"Yes, we had friends," answered Hugh, in a choking voice. "First, let me
see a list of the lost." The clerk found the book containing the list,
alphabetically arranged, and placed it on the desk before the trembling
man and woman. Both had an insane desire to rush from the office and
back to the _Winnetka_, where they could hide from the very knowledge
they were seeking. In their hearts they were wishing for the solitude
and happiness of the Island of Nedra. The clerk, observing their
anxiety, considerately offered to read the names to them.

"No, I thank you; I'll look," said Hugh, resolutely turning to the
pages. Lady Tennys leaned weakly against the counter and looked through
blurred eyes at the racing lines of ink. Hugh rapidly ran his fingers
through the list, passing dozens of passengers they had known. As the
finger approached the "R's" it moved more slowly, more tremblingly.
"Reed--Reyer--Ridge!" "Hugh Ridge, Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A." He grew
sick when he saw his own name among those who were dead.

"She was saved," he murmured, for there was but one Ridge there.

"Look for Vernon," whispered his companion.

"Van Camp--Valentine--Wilson." It was not there--nor was Veath's!

"Are they on the list?" asked the clerk.

"Let me see the names of those who were saved," said Hugh bravely, joy
and anxiety welling to the surface like twin bubbles.

"Two pages over, sir."