Come, let us buy a programme." He took her by the arm with that masterful gentleness that is so comforting to a woman when danger is rife.

Even his jesting allusion to their theatrical arrival in port was cheering.

They reached the bridge.

Some sailors were lowering a boat as quietly as possible.
Dom Corria approached with outstretched hand.
"Good-by, Miss Yorke," he said.

"I am leaving you for a few hours, not longer.