She was alive! alive! He was not quite alone, then, on that unknown island! And strange as it seemed, it was only a little more than two short hours since they had stood and looked out across the open sea over the bulwarks of the Australasian together! But Felix had no time to moralize just then.

The moment was clearly one for action.

Fortunately, he happened to carry three useful things in his pocket when he jumped overboard after Muriel.

The first was a pocket-knife; the second was a flask with a little whiskey in it; and the third, perhaps the most important of all, a small metal box of wax vesta matches.

Pouring a little whiskey into the cup of the flask, he held it eagerly to Muriel's lips.