ng wakened from some vaguely remembered dream, found himself

g terrible," he told hims

seemed to whisper. "Ship? Whe

asleep are, more often than not, awaiting him when he awakes. Johnny's had remained with him. They we

d shuddering, no mistake about that. T

"No, not quite. More like a ship stuck fast on a

Again he attempted to sit

on him, moonlight brok

thought. "P

y a broad ledge of stone left by the prison masons in lie

this, there came again tha

m, arrived at the crisscross iron bars of the window. To his vast astonishm

" he told himself, "but I

leaped for the window, gripped the sill, drew himself up,

not upon the tossing sea,

gure loomed

ckened senses regi

d buried itself into the soft center of the

rvice to a splendid old man and a beautiful girl. He had reason enough for wanting to be out of prison, plenty of reasons. There was the girl, Madge Kennedy, back there in the orchard of forbidden fruit, and her grandfather, the aged Britisher who was so much of a

realize that he was having a new experience. One of those frequent Central American earthqua

are best," he

ock which sent him down like a ten-pin. At the

as a weeping child, a beautiful, bl

ll pass in a short while. We're not shipping any water. She's a staunch ol

at he said. She did understand the steady comforting tone and the kindly touch of his hand. She

re in pajamas. The mild moonlight was kind to these last. Some carried things in their hands, things they had salvaged from the doom of their homes. A par

f circumstances that had brought him there. He traced it thread by th