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distant shore, and then coming out of his retreat crossed over to 

 the beach. For the first time since his arrival he seemed in a 

 hurry. When he hailed the tower and called Lou Jackson by 

 name his voice trembled, and when no answer came down to 

 his repeated questions, he threw off his coat and climbed up in 

 the same way so ineffectually tried by the savages. 



Lou heard him call, and recognised his voice. She was lying 

 on the stone floor, and her mind had returned with the soothing 

 daylight, yet retained some of its wanderings, and she thought she 

 was dreaming. The vision was so pleasant to her she held her 

 breath that it might not go away. Other dreams had come to her 

 and gone during the night, and left her alone to the terrors of death. 

 She dreaded lest this one might also go. Presently she heard the 

 brushing of garments against the outer wall, and the breathing of 

 some one near her, and then she knew the vision was gone, and 

 dreaded the spectre form she had before seen rising in the self-same 

 place. She drew back in fear, and closed her eyes to shut out the 

 coming Medusa head. She heard a sudden bound, as though some- 

 thing had swung itself upon the gallery, and then in her vision 

 came the brown face of Mike the hunter, and she heard his low 

 voice as he stooped over her, saying, as he lifted her in his arms — 



" Lou, child, they haint put out the light yet" 



She laid her face against his, and another light, warmer and 

 brighter than any beacon, dawned in her heart. 



FEINTED BY T. AND A. CONSTABLE, PRINTERS TO HER MAJESTY, 

 AT THE EDINBURGH UNIVERSITY PRESS. 



