acgrath says about ghosts is true,
and--"

"I hope you don't take _me_ for a ghost, Mrs Lynch," said Pauline,
stepping forward with a kindly smile and holding out her hand.

"No, cushla! I don't," returned the widow, accepting the hand tenderly.
"Sure it's more like a ghost the doctor is, in spite of his larfin'.
But wonders 'll niver cease. I'll lave 'im wid an aisy mind, for he's
in good hands. Now, Joe, clear out o' the door, like a good man, an'
let me through. They'll be wantin' me at the camp. A good haul, Joe,
I'm tough; no fear o' me comin' to pieces. Och! but it's a poor cabin.
An Irish pig wouldn't thank ye for it."

Murmuring similar uncomplimentary remarks, mingled with expressions of
surprise, the voice of the woman gradually died away, and the people in
the golden cave were left to discuss their situation and form hasty
plans for the present emergency.

At first, of course, they could do little else than make each other
partially acquainted with the circumstances which had so strangely
thrown them together, but Dominick soon put an end to this desultory
talk.

"You see, it will take all our time," he said, "between this and sunset
to get the emigrants comfortably under canvas, or some sort of shelter."

"True," assented Dr Marsh, "and it would never do with so many women
and children, some of whom are on the sick list, to leave them to the
risk of exposure to another storm like that which has just passed. Is
your island subject to such?"

"By no means," answered Dominick. "It has a splendid climate. This
gale is quite exceptional. Nevertheless, we cannot tell when the next
may burst on us. Come, Otto, you and I will go down to the camp. Now,
Dr Marsh, you must remain here. I can see, without being told, that
you are quite unfit to help us. I know that it is hard to be condemned
to inaction when all around are busy, but reflect how many patients you
have solemnly warned that their recovery would depend on implicit
obedience to the doctor's orders! Divide yourself in two, now, and, as
a doctor, give yourself strict orders to remain quiet."

"H'm! Gladly would I divide myself," was the doctor's reply, "if while
I left the patient half to act the invalid, I could take the impatient
half down to the camp to aid you. But I submit. The days of my once
boasted strength are gone. I feel more helpless than a mouse."

There was something quite pitiful in the half-humorous look, and the
w