They had little time, and thought of themselves, not of a passenger, whom they had scarcely seen.

Thank God they did not leave my father behind also." "You do not thank God for yourself," said Morris curiously, as he prepared to hoist the sail, for his mind harked back to his old wonderment.
"Yes, I do, but it was not His will that I should die last night.

I have told you that it was not fated," she answered.
"Quite so.

That is evident now; but were I in your case this really remarkable escape would make me wonder what is fated." "Yes, it does a little; but not too much, for you see I shall learn in time.

You might as well wonder how it happened that you arrived to save me, and to what end." Morris hesitated, for this was a new view of the case, before he answered.
"That your life should be saved, I suppose." "And why should it happen that your boat should come to save me ?" "I don't know; chance, I suppose." "Neither do I; but I don't believe in chance.