Lightly at first Nada's arms lay about his shoulders, but as the flood began to rush higher and she felt him straining against it,--her arms tightened, until the clasp of them was warm and thrilling round Jolly Roger's neck.

She gave a big gasp of relief when he stood her safely down upon her feet on the other side.

And then again she reached out, and found his hand, and twined her fingers about his big thumb--and Jolly Roger went on with her over the plain toward Cragg's Ridge, dripping wet, just as the rim of the moon began to rise over the edge of the eastern forests..