And when Amyas looked back, behold, behind him was the snow range of the Andes glittering in the moon, and he knew that he was in the South Seas once more, and that all America was between him and home.

And still the corpse kept pointing back, and back, and looking at him with yearning eyes of agony, and lips which longed to tell some awful secret; till he sprang up, and woke with a shout of terror, and found himself lying in the little coved chamber in dear old Burrough, with the gray autumn morning already stealing in.
Feverish and excited, he tried in vain to sleep again; and after an hour's tossing, rose and dressed, and started for a bathe on his beloved old pebble ridge.

As he passed his mother's door, he could not help looking in.

The dim light of morning showed him the bed; but its pillow had not been pressed that night.

His mother, in her long white night-dress, was kneeling at the other end of the chamber at her prie-dieu, absorbed in devotion.