Then her thoughts turned to a matter of concern to the feminine mind even in the gravest moments of existence.

She laved her face with water and sought her discarded skirt! Soon the steady tramp of boot-clad feet advancing at the double was heard on the shingle, and an officer's voice, speaking the crude Hindustani of the engine-room and forecastle, shouted to Mir Jan-- "Hi, you black fellow! Are there any white people here ?" Jenks sang out-- "Yes, two of us! Perched on the rock over your heads.

We are coming down." He cast loose the rope-ladder.

Iris was limp and trembling.
"Steady, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Don't forget the slip between the cup and the lip.