"Who is that ?" The shipwrecked man, hearing another voice in the room, looked round slowly over his shoulder.

Struck by his appearance, Crayford advanced a little nearer to him.

Mrs.Crayford spoke to her husband as he passed her.
"It's only a poor, mad creature, William," she whispered--"shipwrecked and starving." "Mad ?" Crayford repeated, approaching nearer and nearer to the man.

"Am _I_ in my right senses ?" He suddenly sprang on the outcast, and seized him by the throat.

"Richard Wardour!" he cried, in a voice of fury.
"Alive!--alive, to answer for Frank!" The man struggled.