He gained for me at her father's hands a concession such as mortal has seldom wrested from black-browed fate.

He brought my uncle to my side in the hour of my adversity.

Hate him! I would have his statue carved in marble, and set on high to tell all who passed how good may spring out of evil--how God's wisdom can manifest itself by putting even the creeping and crawling things of the earth to some useful purpose." "Dash it all, lad," vociferated the elder Anstruther, "what ails thee?
I never heard you talk like this before!" The old gentleman's amazement was so comical that further tension was out of the question.
Robert, in calmer mood, informed them of the manner in which he hit upon the mine.

The story sounded like wildest romance--this finding of a volcanic dyke guarded by the bones of "J.S." and the poison-filled quarry--but the production of the ore samples changed wonder into certainty.
Next day a government metallurgist estimated the value of the contents of the two oil-tins at about L500, yet the specimens brought from the island were not by any means the richest available.
And now there is not much more to tell of Rainbow Island and its castaways.

On the day that Captain Robert Anstruther's name appeared in the _Gazette_, reinstating him to his rank and regiment, Iris and he were married in the English Church at Hong Kong, for it was his wife's wish that the place which witnessed his ignominy should also witness his triumph.
A good-natured admiral decided that the urgent requirements of the British Navy should bring H.M.S._Orient_ to the island before the date fixed for the ceremony.