The tiny, fiery beams seemed to spring from the dark, ugly, menacing cloud, or whatever it might be.

Finally he realized that it was the sun coming into the heavens from the east, and--his heart roared within him as he began to grasp the truth--the great black mass was land! "Oh, God! It is land--land!" he tried to shriek.

"Grace! Grace! Lookup! See! The land!" The arms about his neck tightened sharply and a low moan came to his ears.

Slowly and painfully he turned his head to look at the face that had been so near in all those awful hours of the night, unseen.

His heart seemed to stop beating with that moan, for it bore the announcement that the dear one was still alive.
It was still too dark to distinguish her features plainly.