Yes; he was sure she had pleaded with her eyes.

Perhaps he ought to go back and receive her thanks, but he resisted that impulse.

He walked to the extreme rear of the boat and stood looking at the broad white path which the ship was making in the green sea.

He stood gazing for some time, then turned, and there sitting on a coil of rope was the girl who had been in his mind.
She saw his confusion and smiled at it.
"I--I came to thank you," she said; "but I did not like to disturb your meditations, so I sat down to rest." "The sea has used you up quite badly, hasn't it ?" "O no; I was dreadfully ill before I came aboard.

This trip is to make me well, so papa says." "I hope so." There was a pause, during which Chester found a seat on a bit of ship furniture.