Here mother and son bade each other farewell, while the former also prayed for a blessing upon the stranger who had so befriended them, and whose fortunes had become so curiously linked with theirs.

Then the cart with Cola still acting as driver rattled away, and was quickly lost to sight.
It lacked but an hour of sunset when our refugees reached a pocket on the outer coast, in which the two schooners lay snugly, side by side, nearly filling the tiny harbour.

On the beach David Gidge already waited, and, as the lads transferred their few effects to the boat that had brought him ashore, he climbed stiffly into the cart which Cola was to guide back over the way it had just come.
"Good-bye, Cola," said Cabot, as he held for a moment the hand of the girl he had come to regard almost as a sister.

"Try and have a lot of specimens ready for me when we come back." "Good-bye, sister!" cried White.

"Take care of mother, and don't let her worry about us.