Yet more shrill, before their mood could alter, the Pretty Lily scourged them with the tongue of a humorous woman.

She held her course, moreover; the two boats drifted so quickly apart that when she turned, to fling a comic farewell after the white men, they could no more than descry her face, alert and comely, and the whiteness of her teeth.

Her laughing cry still rang, the overthrown leader still floundered in the water, when the picture blurred and vanished.

Down the wind came her words, high, voluble, quelling all further mutiny aboard that craft of hers.
"We owe this to you." The tall padre eyed Rudolph with sudden interest, and laid his big hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Did you catch what she said?
You made a good friend there." "No," answered Rudolph, and shook his head, sadly.