stern. Away the white boat
went through the blue waves.

"Put your strength into it now," said he, in the Gaelic, "and show them
how the Mull lads can row!"

And then again--

"Steady now! Well rowed all!"

And here are all the people crowding to one side of the steamer to see
the strangers off; and the captain is on the bridge; and Sandy is at the
open gangway: and, at the top of the iron steps, there is only one
Macleod sees--all in white and blue--and he has caught her eyes--at
last! at last!

He seized the rope and sprang up the iron ladder.

"Welcome to you, sweetheart!" said he, in a low voice, and his trembling
hand grasped hers.

"How do you, Keith?" said she. "Must we go down these steps?"

He had no time to wonder over the coldness--the petulance almost--of her
manner: for he had to get both father and daughter safely conducted into
the stern of the boat; and their luggage had to be got in; and he had to
say a word or two to the steward; and finally he had to hand down some
loaves of bread to the man next him, who placed them in the bottom of
the boat.

"The commissariat arrangements are primitive," said Mr. White, in an
undertone, to his daughter; but she made no answer to his words or his
smile. But, indeed, even if Macleod had overheard, he would have taken
no shame to himself that he had secured a supply of white bread for his
guests. Those who had gone yachting with Macleod--Major Stuart, for
example, or Norman Ogilvie--had soon learned not to despise their host's
highly practical acquaintance with tinned meats, pickles, condensed
milk, and suchlike things. Who was it had proposed to erect a monument
to him for his discovery of the effect of introducing a leaf of lettuce
steeped in vinegar between the folds of a sandwich?

Then he jumped down into the boat again; and the great steamer steamed
away; and the men struck their oars into the water.

"We will soon take you ashore now," said he, with a glad light on his
face; but so excited was he that he could scarcely get the tiller-ropes
right; and certainly he knew not what he was saying. And as for her--why
was she so silent after the long separation? Had she no word at all for
the lover who had so hungered for her coming?

And then Donald, perched high at the bow, broke away into his wild
welcome of her; and there was a sound now louder than the calling of the
sea birds and the rushing of the seas. And if the English lady knew that
this pr