He had watched over her with grim endurance
throughout the night, and not once had he seen a light or any other
object to raise his hopes.
They were out of sight of land; alone on the dumb waste. He had not the
smallest notion as to how far out to sea the boat had drifted. Only he
fancied that they had been driven out of the immediate track of steamers,
and in the great emptiness around him he saw no means of escape from the
fate that seemed to dog them.
The boat had lived miraculously, it seemed to him, through the awful
storm of the day. Tossed ruthlessly and aimlessly to and fro, drenched to
the skin, hungry and forlorn, he and the woman who was to him the very
desire of life, had gone through the peril of deep waters. Merefleet was
beginning to wonder why they had thus escaped. It seemed to him but a
needless prolonging of an agony already long drawn out.
Nevertheless there was nothing of despair in his face as he stooped over
the girl who was crouching at his feet.
"Glad you have been able to sleep," he said gently. "Don't get up! There
is no necessity if you are fairly comfortable."
She smiled up at him with the ready confidence of a child and raised
herself a little.
"Still watching, Big Bear?" she said.
"Yes," said Merefleet.
His tone told her that he had seen nothing. She lay still for a few
moments, then slowly turned her face towards the east.
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