Hitherto Mr.Fogo's condition had slightly resembled a drunken stupor; but now he shivered violently and looked about him.
"Where am I ?" "Safe and sound, I hope." He passed his hand over his eyes and shivered again.
"I remember.

Something--blew up, did it not?
The canister, I think." She nodded encouragingly.
"Where did you come from ?" he asked abruptly.
"From church." "Oh! from church.

Do you know, I'm very glad to see you--I am, indeed, I hope you'll come often, now that--Excuse me," he broke off with a weak smile, "but I fancy I'm talking nonsense." She nodded again.
"I am aching all over," he added with a shiver.
She pulled the boat up to the little quay.

"Now I wonder where Caleb is," she said to herself, as she stood up and looked around; "but he's like most men, always in the way or out of the way." She turned suddenly with a white face.

"Caleb was not with you ?" To her hearty relief Mr.Fogo understood the question and shook his head.