"It seems so unutterably sad that they should be lost, whilst we are alive and happy." The man distracted her attention by pointing out the embers of their first fire.

It was the only way to choke back the tumultuous feelings that suddenly stormed his heart.

Happy! Yes, he had never before known such happiness.

How long would it last?
High up on the cliff swung the signal to anxious searchers of the sea that here would be found the survivors of the _Sirdar_.

And then, when rescue came, when Miss Deane became once more the daughter of a wealthy baronet, and he a disgraced and a nameless outcast--! He set his teeth and savagely struck at a full cup of the pitcher-plant which had so providentially relieved their killing thirst.
"Oh, why did you do that ?" pouted Iris.