Then she set out to meet the sender of the card.
There was no occupant of the saloon excepting one, who rose as she entered, hesitating.

On the instant a sudden change swept over Dunwody's face.

Was it at first assuredness it had borne?
"I am glad that you have thus honored me," he said simply.
"It is much pleasanter to move about as one may," she answered.
"But where is our friend, Captain Carlisle, this morning?
Is he ill, or simply unmindful of one so unimportant as myself?
I have not heard from him." "He left the boat last night," answered Dunwody gravely, his eyes fixed on her face.
"Left the boat--he is gone?
Why, he sent me no word, and I thought--at least, he said--" "He has, Madam, like Cataline, evaded, broken forth, absconded.
But as to leaving word for you, he was not quite so heartless as all that.

I have a message for you." With a word craving permission she opened the message.

It was brief.
"MY DEAR COUNTESS:" "You will be glad to know that so far as your late jailer is concerned, your captivity is at an end.