om them.

Quickly I found my way thither, and soon Salambo and I stood face to
face. Only one look at him was enough to convince me that his parents
had told me the truth.

"All is well with you, Salambo?" I said.

"Ah, all is well," he cried, "the saints have been good to me. You
must see my Inez, she will be here directly."

This gave me a little hope. Salambo had committed a sin similar to
mine, and yet he was happy. He had become wedded to the woman he
loved, in spite of the terrible past. Might there then be some chance
for me? Not that I expected to wed Ruth, I gave up all thoughts of
seeing her again; but I might find rest from the terrible pangs which
now made life almost unbearable. I resolved before the day was over to
have a long talk with my old captain, and, if possible, to seek the
same means to obtain ease and happiness.

Presently his wife came into the room. They had only been wedded a
short time, and she blushed at being introduced as his wife; but I saw,
in spite of everything, that she was happy. Not that she looked free
from pain. There was a look in her great black eyes which told me that
she had suffered terribly in the past, and the silver streaks in her
raven black hair told the same story.

She was very beautiful, and I did not wonder that Salambo loved her.
From the way her eyes rested on him I knew that he reigned king of her
heart.

We sat together during the evening, sometimes talking and sometimes
listening to Inez--for such Salambo would have me call her--as she sung
some sweet Spanish love songs, until the time came for her to retire,
and then we two men, who had passed through many strange scenes, were
left together.

"You are very happy," I said, when she had left the room.

"Happy as man can be," he replied. "My Inez through all these long
years was faithful to me, and has ever been as pure as an angel. And
you, Tretheway, or rather, Trewinion, how did you find affairs at home?
not well, I fear."

I told him, just as I have written it in these pages, all that had
happened since I left him. When I described my meeting with Bill
Tregargus, and how I had heard that Ruth had died of a broken heart,
driven to death by Wilfred, I saw the tears start to Salambo's eyes,
and he eagerly asked what followed next. Then I told him of my meeting
with Wilfred, what we had said to each other, and how we had engaged in
a deadly struggle on the cliff.

"And didn't you kill