of the castaway with a succession of joyous shrieks.

In the same moment Lord James perceived that a second castaway--a
woman--was running forward along the crest of the headland. Fearlessly
she came darting down the broken ledges, to stand on the cliff edge
close beside the man. Lord James stared wonderingly at her dainty
girlish form, clad in a barbaric costume of leopard skin. Her bare
arms, slender from privation and burned brown by the sun, were
upraised in graceful greeting above the sensitive high-bred face and
its crown of soft brown hair.

"Genevieve!" murmured the earl. "What luck! Gad! what luck! Even if
Hawkins went to the bottom and took the jewels with him! She's safe--
both of 'em safe! Hey! what's that? Signalling towards the far side--
There he bolts, and she after him! Couldn't run that way if they had
the fever!"

He whirled about and sprang to descend the ladder, but paused to
direct the skipper. "I'll command the boat. Men are not to land. D'you
take me? There's at least one of the ladies here. Have a sling ready,
and tell the stewardess her services will soon be required."

Before Meggs could reply, he was down the ladder and darting across to
the side. But there he turned and ran aft to the cabin. The
stewardess, a buxom Englishwoman, stood at the head of the
companionway, gazing towards the cliff top. At his order, she followed
him below. After several minutes he reappeared with a lady's dust-coat
folded over his arm. The boat was already lowered and manned. He swung
himself outboard and went down the tackle hand under hand.