WHEREIN THE "ANDROMEDA" NEARS THE END OF HER VOYAGE "Five bells, miss! It'll soon be daylight.

If you wants to see the Cross, now's your time!" Iris had been called from dreamless sleep by a thundering rat-tat on her cabin door.

In reply to her half-awaked cry of "All right," the hoarse voice of a sailor told her that the Southern Cross had just risen above the horizon.

She had a drowsy recollection of someone saying that the famous constellation would make its appearance at seven bells, not at five, and the difference of an hour, when the time happens to be 2:30 instead of 8:30 a.m.is a matter of some importance.
But, perhaps that was a mistake; at any rate, here was the messenger, and she resolutely screwed her knuckles into her eyes and began to dress.

In a few minutes she was on deck.