e heart of one was a deadly fear that, by one hour's foolishness,
he might have forfeited some privileges which had become most precious
in his sight of late. The other broke into his musings with a ruthless
word,

"The captain does not specially favor us, Tom."

"I am sure he treated us politely," was returned with some resentment.

"Yes, too politely. I wouldn't get foolish in that direction, my boy;
it won't work."

Tom Allyne did not answer, and his face was sober. But presently its
expression lightened. He recalled what Carnegie had said of the
captain's comment, after that dreadful night of fire and flood, and
took courage.

"I've got to prove myself a man first," he told himself, "and it won't
be an easy thing to do, with my surroundings. Is she worth it?" Then,
as the color flamed into his cheeks, "Heaven help me to be worthy of
her! And remember that you are worth saving, or you wouldn't have been
given this chance, Tom Allyne!"

It was late the next afternoon when, trying to keep cool in their shady
balcony in sheer white gowns of India lawn, another guest was
announced, and to the surprise of both Mr. Carnegie entered, with the
Traveler.

"Why, we thought you had gone on!" said Faith, with a flush, doubtless
produced by the heat, which was great.

"I expected to," returned Carnegie, as the others exchanged greetings,
the captain appearing in a duck coat and trousers which quite
transformed him, "but found a day's reprieve awaiting me, which has
lengthened out, as my men have had to undergo some formalities of
registration here. I have been too busy to see you sooner, though it
was hard to keep away. I met old Quint on the street to-day, and
really longed to shake hands with him, just because he was from the
'International.' How attached I did get to that dear old steamer!"

"Yes, these attachments to steamers are really wonderful!" observed the
Traveler with a dry air that sent the captain and Hope off into a peal
of merriment, while the other young people looked very sheepish. But
Carnegie soon rallied.

"I think they are, myself!" he allowed with frankness. "And I don't
propose to let the attachment die out in my case, either," he added
boldly. "Captain Hosmer, may I write to you and your daughters
occasionally?"

The captain gave him a keen glance, which presently broadened into a
smile.

"I shall be happy to hear from you," he said heartily, "but I am not a
very good corres