CHAPTER V.
IRIS TO THE RESCUE "Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim death." -- _Milton_.
He awoke to find the sun high in the heavens.

Iris was preparing breakfast; a fine fire was crackling cheerfully, and the presiding goddess had so altered her appearance that the sailor surveyed her with astonishment.
He noiselessly assumed a sitting posture, tucked his feet beneath him, and blinked.

The girl's face was not visible from where he sat, and for a few seconds he thought he must surely be dreaming.

She was attired in a neat navy-blue dress and smart blouse.

Her white canvas shoes were replaced by strong leather boots.