CONTENTS Chapter I XIV XVI XVII XVIII Page The Inspiration . . . . . . 11 The Beginning of Flight. . . . R9 Ready for the Sea . . . . . 61 Mr. and Miss Ridge Sail for Manila . 71 Henry Veath . . . . . . 83 Glum Days for Mr. Ridge . . . 93 The Beautiful Stranger . . . . 101 Mr. Ridegways Amazement . . . 108 A Sharp Encounter . . . . . 116 Discovered . . . . . . . . 132 The Harlequins Errand . . . . 142 TheConfessionofVeath. . . 149 One Love against Another . . . 158 The Wreck of the Tempest Queen . 166 The Night and the Morning. . 173 Was the Sea Kind . 178 The Wonderful Land. 186 vi CONTENTS Chapter page XIX The First Day in the Wilds . . 195 XX The Sign of Distress . . . . R04 XXI Gods from the Sea . . . . 810 XXII Flcsh Succeeds Stone. . . . 222 XXIII The Transformation Begins . . 234 XXIV xxv XXVI XXVII XXIX XXX XXXI XXXII XXXIV XXXV Nedra . . . . . . . . 243 The Coming of the Enemy . . 253 On the Eve of Battle . . . 264 The Lady Tennys Reserves . . 270 To the Victor Belongs- . . R82 The Other Surrender. . . . 293 Where There is No Minister. . 301 The Wedding Ring . . . . 310 Thecruiser Winnetka . . . 318 Apparitions . . . . . . 325 The Course of True Love. . . 331 History Repeats Itself . . . 340 Lady Tennys . Frontispiece Facing, Page Grace Vernon . . . . . . . . 90 Lady Tennys. . You do not know how I thank God you are alive . 180 Hey, there he yelled. How are you . 214 They have killed you Let them kill me young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to the doorway of a mansion in one of Chicagos most fashionable avenues. After pushing the button sharply he jerked out his watch and guessed at the time by the dull red light from the panel in the door. Then he hastilybrushed from the sleeve of his coat the telltale billiard chalk, whose presence reminded him that a general survey might be a wise precaution. He was rubbing a white streak from his trousers leg when the door flew open and the butler admitted him to the hallway. This personage relieved him of his hat, coat and stick and announced Miss Vernon is witin for you, sir. How the devil did I happen to let eight oclock strike nine before I knew it muttered the visitor. He was at the drawing-room door as he concluded this self-addressed reproach, extending both hands toward the young woman who came from the fireplace to meet him. Horv late you are, I-Iugh, she cried, half resent fully. He bent forward and kissed her. Late I t isnt lute, denr. I said 1 couldnt come bcforc eight, didnt X Well, its eight, isnt it 4 L Its nearly seventy minutcs past cight, sir. Ive been waiting and rv-atching the hands on the clock for just sixty minutes. 1 never saw such a perfect crank ahout kcepirlg tirnc as that grandfntherly clock of yours. It hasnt skippcd a sccond in two centuries, 1 11 swear. You sce, 1 was playing off the odd game vith Tom Dit ton. Hc dropped lazily into n big arm-chair, drove his hands into his pockets and strctchcd out his long legs toward the grate. L 4 Y m igh t have come at eight, Hugh, on this night if no other. You knew what important things I-e have to consider. Miss Vernon, tall and graceful, stood before Aim with her back to the firc. She was cscccdingly pretty, this girl whom Hug11 had kissed. Im awfully sorry, Grace but you know horn it is when a fcllow S in n close, hard g me--cspccinlly with a blow-hnrd like Tom Ditton. If I fnrgivc you ngnin, Im afraid youll prove n begginghusband. L N c r D e liver mc froin n begging husba ld. I shnll usscrt all kind3 of authority in my honsc, Miss ITernon, nntl youll be in n constant state of beggar ourself...
