He tottered down toward her, gaining new strength at each step, but when he reached her the boat was no longer to be seen and Winnsome's face was whiter than the sands under her feet.
"She is gone--gone--" she moaned, stretching out her arms to him.

"She is going--back to Strang!" And then, from far out in the white glory of the night, there came back to him the voice of the girl he loved.
"Good-by--Good-by--".