They broke out in other places, ever gaining ground, taking fast hold with their thousand tiny feet until they got up to the gold band, and even beyond it; and see! the flames now seemed to take a spring, and seize upon the name-board, and the shining letters stood out amidst the flames.

It could be read by all.

The Consul saw it.

There it stood: _Morten W.Garman_.It was the old Consul's name--his ship--and now what was its fate?
"Look at the young Consul; how pale he is!" said one of the spectators to his neighbour.
"Where?
Where is he?
I don't see him." "He was standing close by the corner window.

He looked as pale as death.
I wonder if he was insured ?" But the young Consul lay stretched upon the floor, and had pulled down the heavy damask curtains with him in his fall.
Miss Cordsen came into the room.