cribbled a note to her lover.

"Mr. Roy Morton,
"Birchwood Camp,
"Nahassane, N. Y.

"DEAREST ROY:

"I fell and injured my ankle and concluded to stay aboard _The
Isabel_ under the care of Dr. Garnet. I awoke this morning and
to my surprise, found the yacht headed down the New Jersey
coast. I tried to go on deck. I found I had been locked in my
stateroom.... Boat still headed south. Come to my rescue!

"I am going to place this note in a face-powder can. I see ahead a
fisherman's boat. It is near enough for me to attract its
attention. I shall throw the can near the boat, with the hope that
the fisherman will open it and find this note. We are heading
toward the Delaware Capes.

"Love to you and father,
"ETHEL MARION."

She folded the note and scrawled a few words on the outside very
hurriedly, for they were now almost abreast the fleet of fishing yawls.

"Mr. Fisherman, I am a prisoner on my own yacht. Please help me and
telegraph this letter to Mr. Morton's address." She crammed the bit of
paper into the can from which she had emptied the powder. She thrust her
head out of the port and uttered a shrill cry to attract the attention
of the fisherman. Then she threw the can with all force toward the
nearest boat.

Ethel watched in a mood of half hope, half despair. She saw the can fall
into the sea. But one of the fishermen also observed the container of
her message as it was thrown into the water. Ethel, watching with
strained eyes, perceived the figure of a man in oilskins who suddenly
thrust a boat-hook overboard, fished with it for a moment, then drew
alongside the tin can, bent over, and picked it out of the water.... The
girl thrilled with relief over the success of her attempt to send news
of the trouble come upon her.

Nevertheless, there was, there could be, no immediate effect of the
message. The engine of the yacht throbbed steadily, carrying her moment
by moment further from home and lover and father and friends, to a
destination unknown--a destination fraught by imagination with unguessed
horrors.

Suddenly, Ethel forgot all the difficulties of this strange situation in
a realization of the fact that she was hungry--atrociously hungry! It
dawned upon her that she had not eaten a single morsel of food since the
luncheon of the previous day. She realized then that she was entirely
dependent upon her unknown captor, ev