"You won't forget me?" retorted Bremner. "Never," replied Dumsby, with fervour. "Av the beacon should be carried away, darlin'," cried O'Connor, "howld tight to the provision-chest, p'raps ye'll be washed ashore." "I'll drink your health in water, Paddy," replied Bremner. "Faix, I hope it won't be salt wather," retorted Ned.

Frolich had no longer any wish to go. She started off towards the sleeping-shed, and never stopped till she had entered it, and driven a provision-chest against the door, leaving Erica far behind. Erica, indeed, was in no hurry to follow.

"You won't forget me?" retorted Bremner. "Never," replied Dumsby, with fervour. "Av the beacon should be carried away, darlin'," cried O'Connor, "howld tight to the provision-chest, p'raps ye'll be washed ashore." "I'll drink your health in water, Paddy," replied Bremner. "Faix, I hope it won't be salt wather," retorted Ned.

They were deeply moved by this generous offer from a man to whose island they had come as utter strangers, and to celebrate the occasion Louis opened a bottle of champagne, which, curiously enough, was all that was left in their provision-chest.

And on this, the last evening before their departure for Bergen, she had filled her provision-chest so full that she had to sit upon it, with all her huge heavy weight, to press it down. But the lock wouldn't catch; she had filled the chest too full, so she had to get up and stamp backwards on the lid till it regularly thundered; and sure enough she forced it down at last.