But never once did he set eyes upon her till she and her father mounted the gang-plank to the vessel which was to carry them across the wide Atlantic.

The change in Herbeck was pitiable.

His face had aged twenty years in these sixty odd hours.

His clothes, the same he had worn that ever-memorable night, hung loosely about his gaunt frame, and there was a vacancy in his eyes which was eloquent of mental collapse.

The girl quietly and tenderly guided him to the deck and thence to his stateroom.