When a ship comes to our assistance I will persuade the captain to freight the vessel with them and make my fortune." "I suppose, under the circumstances, you were not a rich man, Mr.
Jenks," said Iris, timidly.
"I possess a wealthy bachelor uncle, who made me his heir and allowed me four hundred a year; so I was a sort of Croesus among Staff Corps officers.

When the smash came he disowned me by cable.

By selling my ponies and my other belongings I was able to walk out of my quarters penniless but free from debt." "And all through a deceitful woman!" "Yes." Iris peeped at him from under the brim of her sou'wester.

He seemed to be absurdly contented, so different was his tone in discussing a necessarily painful topic to the attitude he adopted during the attack on the pitcher-plant.
She was puzzled, but ventured a further step.
"Was she very bad to you, Mr.Jenks ?" He stopped and laughed--actually roared at the suggestion.
"Bad to me!" he repeated.

"I had nothing to do with her.