STRANGE THINGS The thought struck Felix that perhaps he might find a spring somewhere in the island, and he started at once up over the hill.

At the top he paused.

The sun had not sunk, but had disappeared as a disk.

In its place was a billow of blood, for so it looked, a vast up-heaved billow of glowing blood surging on the horizon.

Over it flickered a tint of palest blue, like that seen in fire.