ect of aversion.

The next day she and Monty talked it over. The penitence of both was
beautiful to behold. Each denied the other the privilege of assuming
all the blame and both were so happy that Mohammed was little more than
a preposition in their conversation so far as prominence was concerned.
But all day long the harbor was full of fisher boats, and at nightfall
they still were lolling about, sinister, restless, mysterious like
purposeless buzzards. And the dark men on board were taking up no fish,
neither were they minding the nets that lay dry and folded in the
bottom of their boats.

Far into the night there was revelry on board the "Flitter," more
guests having come out from the city. The dark hours before the dawn of
day had arrived before they put off for shore, but the fisher boats
still were bobbing about in the black waters of the harbor. The lights
gradually disappeared from the port-holes of the yacht, and the tired
watch was about to be relieved. Monty Brewster and Peggy remained on
deck after the guests had gone over the side of the vessel. They were
leaning over the rail aft listening to the jovial voices of the
visitors as they grew fainter and fainter in the distance. The lights
of the town were few, but they could plainly be seen from the offing.

"Are you tired, Peggy?" asked Brewster, with a touch of tenderness.
Somehow of late he had often felt a strange desire to take her in his
arms, and now it was strong upon him. She was very near, and there was
a drooping weariness in her attitude which seemed to demand protection.

"I have a queer feeling that something awful is going to happen
to-night, Monty," she answered, trouble in her soft voice.

"You're nervous, that's all," he said, "and you should get to sleep.
Good-night." Their hands touched in the darkness, and the thrill that
went over him told a truth of which he had been only vaguely conscious.
The power of it made him exultant. Yet when he thought of her and her
too quiet affection for him it left him despondent.

Something bumped against the side of the ship and a grating sound
followed. Then came other gentle thuds combined with the soft swish of
water disturbed. Peggy and Brewster were on the point of going below
when their attention was caught by these strange sounds.

"What is it?" she asked as they paused irresolutely. He strode to the
rail, the girl following close behind him. Three sharp little whistles
came from above and