dous angular peak rising above the tumbled hills.
"That is Mount Tamalpais--the mountain of peace.
It was named by the Indians, not by us. Sometimes
it is like a great purple shadow, and at others the
clouds fight about it like the ghosts of big sea gulls."
They were sailing past the rounded end of the
western inner point of the little bay. It was almost
detached from the bare ridge behind and half cov-
ered with oaks and willow trees. "That is Point
Sausalito. I have often looked at it through the
glass and longed for a merienda in the deep shade."
She turned to Rezanov with lips apart. "Could we
not--oh, senor!--have our dinner on shore?"

"It is only for you to select the spot. We can
sail many miles before it is time for dinner, and you
may find a place even more to your liking. I fancy
we can not go far here. It looks swampy and shal-
low. Nothing could be less romantic than to stick
in the mud."

"May I ask," said Concha demurely, "how you
dare to run the risks of an unknown sheet of water?
I have heard it said that there is more than one rock
and shoal in this bay."

"I am not as rash as I may appear," replied Reza-
nov dryly, but smiling. "In 1789 there was a chart
of this bay, taken from a Spanish MSS., published
in London; and I bought it there when I ran up