I began wondering if I could not possibly get to Beirut and get my sister aboard the Chester, which offered, perhaps, the last opportunity to go out with the refugees.

It would be a difficult undertaking but it might be our only chance and I quickly made up my mind to carry it out if it were a possible thing.

I had to act immediately; no time was to be lost, for no one could tell how soon the Chester might sail.
My last adventure had been entered upon with forebodings, but now I felt that I should succeed.

To us Orientals intuition speaks in very audible tones and we are trained from childhood to listen to its voice.

It was with a feeling of confidence in the outcome, therefore, that I bade this second good-bye to my family and dearest friends.