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"It is not yet half-past four"

The blue eyes opened wide "Are you in earnest?" she demanded

He showed her his watch Then she perceived that the sun had not yet

risen high enough to illumine the wooded crest of the opposite cliff

The snow-clad hills, the blue glaciers, the wonderful clearness of

atmosphere, led her to believe that the day was e crystal light None could tell whence

it came It seemed to her, in that solemn hour, to be the reflection

of heaven itself By quick transition, her thoughts flew back to the

previous night Scarce four hours had elapsed since she had waited in

the captain's cabin, a wind, while

he took Isobel, and Mrs So maid to the

boat The corners of her ht furtively for a handkerchief Knowing exactly

what troubled her, Courtenay turned to Christobal

"This island ought to be inhabited," he said "Can you tell me what

sort of Indians one finds in this locality?"

Christobal frowned perplexedly During es to Europe

he had invariably traveled on the mail steamers of smaller draft which

use the sheltered sea canal formed by the Smyth, Sarmiento, and Messier

channels, the protected water-way running for hundreds of miles to the

north froo, and, in

so sailors of the Clyde and the Caledonian

Canal

"I fear I do not know much about them," he said "Behind those hills

there one sees a few Canoe Indians; I have heard that they are soines of Australia"

"Are they?" said Courtenay He looked Christobal straight in the eyes,