"And if you are not wishing to go up the Sound of Iona in the daylight,
Sir Keith," Hamish said, still clinging to the point, "we could bear a
little to the south, and go round the outside of Iona."

"The Dubh-Artach men would recognize the _Umpire_ at once," Macleod
said, abruptly; and then he suggested to Hamish that he should get a
little more way on the yacht, so that she might be a trifle steadier
when Christina carried the dinner into the English lady's cabin. But
indeed there was now little breeze of any kind. Hamish's fears of a dead
calm was likely to prove true.

Meanwhile another conversation had been going forward in the small cabin
below, that was now suffused by a strange warm light reflected from the
evening sky. Miss White was looking very well now, after her long
sea-voyage. During their first few hours in blue water she had been very
ill indeed; and she repeatedly called en Christina to allow her to die.
The old Highland-woman came to the conclusion that English ladies were
rather childish in their way; but the only answer she made to this
reiterated prayer was to make Miss White as comfortable as was possible,
and to administer such restoratives as she thought desirable. At length,
when recovery and a sound appetite set in, the patient began to show a
great friendship for Christina. There was no longer any theatrical
warning of the awful fate in store for everybody connected with this
enterprise. She tried rather to enlist the old woman's sympathies on her
behalf, and if she did not very well succeed in that direction, at least
she remained on friendly terms with Christina and received from her the
solace of much gossip about the whereabouts and possible destination of
the ship.

And on this evening Christina had an important piece of news.

"Where have we got to now, Christina?" said Miss White, quite
cheerfully, when the old woman entered.

"Oh yes, mem, we will still be off the Mull shore, but a good piece
away from it, and there is not much wind, mem. But Hamish thinks we will
get to the anchorage the night whatever."

"The anchorage!" Miss White exclaimed eagerly. "Where? You are going to
Castle Dare, surely?"

"No, mem, I think not," said Christina. "I think it is an island; but
you will not know the name of that island--there is no English for it at
all."

"But where is it? Is it near Castle Dare?"

"Oh no, mem; it is a good way from Castle Dare; and it is out in the
sea. Do you k