Take me to him." [Illustration: "WE ARE THE SOLE SURVIVORS," ANSWERED THE SAILOR.] "No need for that, miss," interrupted a warrant officer.

"Here he is coming ashore.

He wanted to come with us, but the captain would not permit it, as there seemed to be some trouble ahead." Sure enough, even the girl's swimming eyes could distinguish the grey-bearded civilian seated beside an officer in the stern-sheets of a small gig now threading a path through the broken reef beyond Turtle Beach.

In five minutes, father and daughter would meet.
Meanwhile the officer, intent on duty, addressed Jenks again.
"May I ask who you are ?" "My name is Anstruther--Robert Anstruther." Iris, clinging to his arm, heard the reply.
So he had abandoned all pretence.

He was ready to face the world at her side.