with her present rider, as she had with every other who had attempted
to take her to water during her master's absence.

The camp was quickly left behind, and knowing his general direction,
Ridge soon found himself on the road to Port Tampa. It was a hard ride
to make without saddle or bridle, and long before the welcome lights
marking the mile-long pier of the port came into view the young soldier
was aching in every bone. The dim road through the solemn pines was so
heavy with sand that it took even fleet-footed Rita more than an hour
to cover the distance, and night had closed in before their destination
was reached.

It was with many misgivings that Ridge rode out on the long pier,
which, never intended for the use of horses or wagons, carried only a
sidewalk for pedestrians beside its railway-track, for Rita regarded
locomotives with the utmost terror. Still, he believed he must go to
the extreme outer end, where the big steamers lay, and where he hoped
to find either the _Speedy_ herself or some one from her to direct his
movements. Half-way out he discovered a train coming directly towards
them, and, to avoid it, turned his mare on to the platform that served
as front yard to the pretty little inn that was here built over the
water.

At this moment a figure in white duck approached him. It was Ensign
Comly of the _Speedy_.

"You are the very man I was sent to look for!" he cried. "I thought
you might be coming out here, and so was on my way to head you off and
turn you back. You see, the end of the pier is so crowded that our
craft can't lie alongside. So Captain Boldwood got hold of a small