noise, which froze the blood in Lewis's veins. He ran out of the house
with cold beads of sweat on his forehead. He ran through the wood to
the shore, and there he found the boat. He rowed back to the yacht and
fetched some quinine. Then, together with the skipper, the steward,
and some other sailors, he returned to the ominous house. They found it
empty. There was no trace of Stewart. They shouted in the wood till they
were hoarse, but no answer broke the heavy stillness.

Then sending for the rest of the crew, Lewis organised a regular search
over the whole island. This lasted till sunset, and they returned in the
evening without having found any trace of Stewart or of any other human
being. In the night a high wind rose, which soon became a gale; they
were obliged to weigh anchor so as not to be dashed against the island,
and for twenty-four hours they underwent a terrific tossing. Then the
storm subsided as quickly as it had come.

They made for the island once more and reached the spot where they had
anchored three days before. There was no trace of the island. It had
completely disappeared.

When they reached Teneriffe the next day they found that everybody was
talking of the great tidal wave which had caused such great damage and
destruction in the islands.




THE MAN WHO GAVE GOOD ADVICE

To Henry Cust