saving your life that day."

"It wasn't anything, Mr. Brewster," said young Conroy. "I saw a chance
to drop the big nigger, and then it was up to me to get her out of the
water."

"You took a big risk, Conroy, but you made good with it. If it had not
been for you, my boy, they might have got away with Miss Gray."

"Don't mention it, Mr. Brewster, it was nothing to do," protested
Conroy in confusion. "I'd do anything in the world for you and for her."

"What is the adage about casting your bread upon the water and getting
it back again?" asked "Rip" Van Winkle of Joe Bragdon as they
jubilantly followed the procession below.

There was no more sleep on board that night. In fact the sun was not
long in showing itself after the rescuers returned to the vessel. The
daring attempt of Mohammed's emissaries was discussed without
restraint, and every sailor had a story to tell of the pursuit and
rescue. The event furnished conversational food for days and days among
both the seamen and the passengers. Dan DeMille blamed himself
relentlessly for sleeping through it all and moped for hours because he
had lost a magnificent chance to "do something." The next morning he
proposed to hunt for the sheik, and offered to lead an assault in
person. An investigation was made and government officials tried to
call Mohammed to account, but he had fled to the desert and the search
was fruitless.

Brewster refused to accept a share of the glory of Peggy's rescue,
pushing Conroy forward as the real hero. But the sailor insisted that
he could not have succeeded without help,--that he was completely
exhausted when Monty came to the rescue. Peggy found it hard to thank
him gently while her heart was so dangerously near the riot point, and
her words of gratitude sounded pitifully weak and insufficient.

"It would have been the same had anybody else gone to her rescue," he
mused dejectedly. "She cares for me with the devotion of a sister and
that's all. Peggy, Peggy," he moaned, "if you could only love me,
I'd--I'd--oh, well, there's no use thinking about it! She will love
some one else, of course, and--and be happy, too. If she'd appear only
one-tenth as grateful to me as to Conroy I'd be satisfied. He had the
luck to be first, that's all, but God knows I tried to do it."

Mrs. Dan DeMille was keen enough to see how the land lay, and she at
once tried to set matters straight. She was far too clever to push her
campaign ruthlessly, but lai