My friends here," he turned grimly to the men behind him, "think I ought to ask you to keep this a secret even from your husband.

I DON'T! They also think that I ought to offer you money for your kindness.

I DON'T! But if you will honor me by keeping this ring in remembrance of it"-- he took a heavy seal ring from his finger--"it's the only bit of jewelry I have about me--I'll be very glad.

Good-by!" She felt for a moment the firm, soft pressure of his long, thin fingers around her own, and then--he was gone.

The sound of retreating oars grew fainter and fainter and was lost.