Benoni rose and, casting his arms about his neck, embraced him.
"Behold your deliverer!" he said to Miriam, and stooping down, he drew her to her feet.
"I thank you, Caleb.

I can say no more," she murmured; but in her heart she knew that God had delivered her and that Caleb was but His instrument.
"I am well repaid," answered Caleb gravely.

"For me this has been a fortunate day, who on it have sunk the great Syrian galley and rescued the woman--whom I love." "Oath or no oath," broke in Benoni, bethinking him of what he had promised in the past, "the life you saved is yours, and if I have my way you shall take her and such of her heritage as remains." "Is this a time to speak of such things ?" said Miriam, looking up.

"See yonder," and she pointed to the scene in progress on the seashore.

"They drive our friends and servants into the sea and drown them," and once more she began to weep.
Caleb sighed.