turned. The flush was gone from her face. Her beautiful mouth was
quivering, and Philip fancied that he could hear the low sobbing
of her breath. With a cry in which he uttered no name, but which
was meant for her, he sprang forward into the clear space of the
pier. She saw him, and darted back among her people. He would have
followed, but Miss Brokaw was coming to him now, her hand held out
to him, and a step behind were Brokaw and the factor.

"Philip!" she cried.

He spoke no word as he crushed her hand. The hot grip of his
fingers, the deep flush in his face, was interpreted by her as a
welcome which it did not require speech to strengthen. He shook
hands with Brokaw, and as the three followed after the factor his
eyes sought vainly for Pierre and Jeanne.

They were gone, and he felt suddenly a thrill of repugnance at the
gentle pressure of Eileen Brokaw's hand upon his arm.





VIII


Philip did not see the hundred staring eyes that followed in
wonderment the tall, beautiful girl who walked at his side. He
knew that Miss Brokaw was talking and laughing, and that he was
nodding his head and answering her, while his brain raged for an