r and thicker
about them, Agatha tried again. Slowly she coaxed James to his knees,
and slowly, she helped him creep, as she had crept toward him in the
night, along between the stones and up into the sheltered corner under
the bayberry. It was only a little better than the open, and it had
taken such prodigies of strength to get there!

Agatha made a pillow for James's head and sat by him, looking earnestly
at his flushed face; and from her heart she sighed, "Ah, dear man, it
was too hard! It was too hard!"

It was a long and weary wait for help, though help of a most efficient
kind was on the way. Agatha had been looking and listening toward the
upper wood, whither Hand had disappeared. She had even called, from
time to time, on the chance that she could help to guide the assisting
party back to the cove. At last, as she listened for a reply to her
call, she heard another sound that set her wondering; it was the
p-p-peter-peter of a motor-boat. She looked out over the small expanse
of ocean that was visible to her, but could see nothing. Nevertheless
the boat was approaching, as its puffing proclaimed. It grew more and
more distinct, and presently a strong voice shouted "Ahoy! Are you
there?"

Three times the shout came. Agatha made a trumpet of her hands and
answered with a call on two notes, clear and strong. "All right!" came
back; and then, "Call again! We can't find you!" And so she called
again and again, though there were tears in her eyes and a lump in her
throat for very relief and joy. When her eyes cleared, she saw the
boat, and watched while it anchored well off the rocks; then two men
put ashore in a rowboat.

"And where are our patients?" came a deep, steady voice from the rocks.

"This way, sir. I think mademoiselle has moved the camp up under the
trees," was the reply, unmistakably the voice of Mr. Hand.

And there they found Agatha, kneeling by James and trying to coax him
to his feet. "Quick, they have come! You will be cared for now, you
will be well again!" she was saying. She saw Hand approach and heard
him say: "This way, Doctor Thayer. The gentleman is up here under the
trees," and then, for the first time in all the long ordeal, Agatha's
nerves broke and her throat filled with sobs. As the ex-chauffeur came
near, she reached a hand up to him, while with the other she covered
her weeping eyes in shame.

"Oh, I'm so glad you've come! I'm so glad you've come!" she tri