THE SIGN OF DISTRESS The next morning before she was awake he arose and made a tour of the beach in quest of shell fish, took a plunge in the cool waters of the bay, and again inspected the little footprints in the sand.

He smiled as he placed his own foot, a number nine, beside the dainty imprint.

On his way back to the cave he killed a huge turtle, the meat of which he promised should keep them alive for several days, if nothing better could be found.

As he turned the bend he saw her standing on the ledge at the mouth of the cave, the wind blowing her hair and skirts freely.
He called to her, and she turned her face eagerly in his direction.

They met among the trees some distance from the spring.
"Where have you been ?" she cried, her cheeks glowing.
"Hunting wild beasts," he replied valiantly.
"Pooh! Wild flowers, you mean.