"Ow!" exclaimed the Kaffirs, clapping their hands. "She is alive, the
lightnings have turned away from her, she rules the waters, and the
lightnings!" and then and there, after the native fashion, they gave
Rachel a name which was destined to play a great part in her future. That
name was "Lady of the Lightnings," or, to translate it more accurately,
"of the Heavens."

"I never thought to see you again," said her father, looking at Rachel
with a face that was still white and scared. "It was very wrong of me to
send you so far with that storm coming on, and I have had a terrible
night--yes, a terrible night; and so has your poor mother. However, she
knows that you are safe by now, thank God, thank God!" and he took her in
his arms and kissed her.

"Well, father, you said that He would look after me, didn't you? And so He
did, for He sent Richard here If it hadn't been for Richard I should have
been drowned," she added inconsequently.

"Yes, yes," said Mr. Dove. "Providence manifests itself in many ways. But
who is your young friend whom you call Richard? I suppose he has some
other name."

"Of course," answered that youth himself, "everybody has except Kaffirs.
Mine is Darrien."

"Darrien?" said Mr. Dove. "I had a friend called Darrien at school. I
never saw him after I left, but I believe that he went into the Navy."

"Then he must be my father, sir, for I have heard him say that there had