Bruce! How many times her father had spoken of him! What a fool she had been! Bruce knew the country she was going to, perhaps as well as her father; and he could have simplified her journey to the last word.

Well, what was done could not be recalled and done over.
"My father is a great hunter, too," she said simply, eying wistfully the road taken by Bruce into town.
"What?
_Herr Gott_! Are you Colonel Hare's daughter ?" exclaimed the captain.
"Yes." He seized her by the shoulders.

"Why did you not tell me?
Why, Colonel Hare and I have smoked many a Burma cheroot together on these waters.

_Herr Gott_! And you never said anything! What a woman for a man to marry!" he laughed.

"You have sat at my table for five days, and only now I find that you are Hare's daughter! And you have a sister.