Good-night." Sheldon, sitting on alone, wondered if the other man would have decided to pull out in the morning had Joan not sailed away.

Well, there was one bit of consolation in it: Joan had certainly lingered at Berande for no man, not even Tudor.

"I start in an hour"-- her words rang in his brain, and under his eyelids he could see her as she stood up and uttered them.
He smiled.

The instant she heard the news she had made up her mind to go.

It was not very flattering to man, but what could any man count in her eyes when a schooner waiting to be bought in Sydney was in the wind?
What a creature! What a creature! * * * * * Berande was a lonely place to Sheldon in the days that followed.