A Filipino sailor showed us about, and as he spoke Italian, I told him I wanted to be hidden somewhere till the ship got under way.

I felt that even yet we were not entirely safe.

That my fears were justified I discovered shortly, when from our hiding-place I saw the shopkeeper approaching in a small boat with a Turkish officer.

They looked over all the refugees on the deck, but searched for us in vain.
After a half-hour more of uncomfortable tension the engines began to sputter, the propellers revolved, and--we were safe! [ILLUSTRATION: BEIRUT, FROM THE DECK OF AN OUTGOING STEAMER] The day was dying and a beautiful twilight softened the outlines of the Lebanon and the houses of Beirut.

The Mediterranean lay quiet and peaceful around us, and the healthy, sturdy American sailors gave a feeling of confidence.