_Tu reviendras_." I can never hope to describe my feelings at that moment.
It was not the voice of my father nor of my mother, yet it was certainly the voice of some one I knew and loved, yet was unable to identify.

The night was strangely calm, and so startling was this mysterious message that instinctively I leaped out of my hammock again, went outside and called out several times, but, of course, nothing happened.

From that night, however, I never absolutely despaired, even when things looked their very worst.
Two interminable years had passed away, when one day the weather suddenly changed, and a terrible gale commenced to blow, which threatened almost to wreck my little hut.

One morning, a few days later, when the storm had abated somewhat, I heard Bruno barking wildly on the beach.

A few seconds afterwards he came rushing into the hut, and would not rest until I prepared to follow him outside.