Shortly before noon the entire company walked, in a long, straggling procession, from the landing to the spot three miles distant where the lonely grave awaited its occupant.

Careni-Amori sang "Lead, Kindly Light" and "Nearer, my God, to Thee," at the graveside.

There were tears in a thousand eyes, and every voice was husky.

To most of these people, Betty Cruise meant nothing, but she was to lie out there alone on the wind-swept point, and they were deeply moved.

They all went back to work after the midday meal, a strangely silent, thoughtful company,--even down to the lowliest "Portugee." Mr.Mott, the gaunt old cynic, surprised every one, including himself, by adopting the infant! He announced his decision on the day after the funeral.
"That baby's got to have a father and a grandfather and a mother, and all that," he declared to Captain Trigger, "and I'm going to be all of them, Weatherby.