"Walter," she cried, "call him back, I must tell him how much I owe him—my life!"
But he had disappeared, absolutely. We shouted after him. It was of no use.
"Well, what do you think of that?" cried Elaine. "He saved my life—then didn't wait even to be thanked."
Who was he?
We looked at each other a moment. But neither of us spoke what was in our hearts.
CHAPTER XV
THE FLASH
Alone in the doorway before his rude shack on the shore of the promontory sat an old fisherman, gazing out fixedly at the harbor as though deeply concerned over the weather, which, as usual, was unseasonable.
Suddenly he started and would have disappeared into his hut but for the fact that, although he could not himself be seen, he had already seen the intruder.
It was a trooper from Fort Dale. He galloped up and, as though obeying to the letter his instructions, deliberately dropped an envelope at the feet of the fisherman. Then, without a word, he galloped away again.