It was strange to see her burn on thus wastefully, with half-quenched luminaries, when the dawn was already grown strong enough to show me, and to suffer me to recognise, a solitary figure standing by the piles.
Or was it really the eye, and not rather the heart, that identified that shadow in the dusk, among the shoreside lamps?
I know not.

It was Jim, at least; Jim, come for a last look; and we had but time to wave a valedictory gesture and exchange a wordless cry.

This was our second parting, and our capacities were now reversed.

It was mine to play the Argonaut, to speed affairs, to plan and to accomplish--if need were, at the price of life; it was his to sit at home, to study the calendar, and to wait.

I knew besides another thing that gave me joy.