HOW TWO FOUGHT IN THE DARK When George Hamon told me the next part of the story of those early days, his enjoyment in the recalling of certain parts of it was undisguised.

He told it with great gusto.
As he lay that night on the fern-bed in the cottage above the chasm, he thought of Rachel Carre, and what might have been if Martel's father had only been properly drowned on the Hanois instead of marrying the Guernsey woman.

Rachel and he might have come together, and he would have made her as happy as the day was long.

And now--his life was empty, and Rachel's was broken,--and all because of this wretched half-Frenchman, with his knowing ways and foreign beguilements.

The girls had held him good-looking.