The tents lay in the shadow now but, as they neared them, a flickering light shot up as if in welcome.

Desire paused.
"Someone lighting a fire!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Who can it be ?" Against the glow of the new-lit blaze a tall figure lifted itself and a clear whistle cut the silence of the Bay.
Spence's graceful melancholy dropped from him like a forgotten cloak.
"Bones!" he gasped in an agitated whisper.

"Oh, my prophetic soul, my doctor!" Another figure rose against the glow--a wider figure who called shrilly through a cupped hand.
"Ben--is!" "My Aunt!" said the professor.
He sat down suddenly behind a boulder..