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Weak, wounded, and despairing, Billy sank to the ground, burying his face in his arms, and there the moon found him when she rose, and he was still there when she passed from the western sky

For three months Billy Byrne lived his lonely life upon the wild island The trapping and fishing were good and there was a plentiful supply of good water He regained his lost strength, recovering entirely from his wounds The natives did not molest him, for he had stumbled upon a section of the shore which they considered bewitched and to which none of the, at the beginning of his fourth e of smoke upon the horizon Slowly it increased in volume and the speck beneath it resolved itself into the hull of a steaathered together a quantity of dry brush and lighted a signal fire on the lofty point from which he had seen the Alaska and the Lotus disappear As it cohs upon it until a vertical coluh above the island

In breathless suspense Billy watched the movements of the stea notice of his signal, but at last he saw that she was changing her course anddirectly toward the island

Close in she came, for the sea was calm and the water deep, and when Billy was sure that those on board saw hi, down the steep face of the cliff to the tiny beach at its foot

Already a boat had been lowered and was putting in for land Billy waded out to the end of the short shelving beach and waited

The sight that met the eyes of the rescuers was one that filled theiant of a white s, ore the long sword of an ancient samurai at his side, a modern revolver at his hip, and bore in his brawny hand the heavy war spear of a head-hunter Long black hair, and a huge beard covered the ray eyes shone frorin welcomed them

"Oh, you white ood to iant in ill-fitting sea togs strolled up Sixth Avenue It was Billy Byrne--broke, but happy; Grand Avenue was less than a thousand miles away!