After all the excitement and worry it was a weary tramp to Pilgrim’s Rest.
Very glad indeed were they to reach the Hotel Calabar.
Clara was faint and exhausted.
Her feet were sore and blistered; her face was burnt by the sun as were her hands.
She fairly tottered as Jack, seeing her from the window, advanced to meet her and caught her in his arms.
Tenderly he carried her into a private room which Leronge dignified with the name of the ladies’ parlor.
He placed her on a couch, gave her wine and sweetmeats and indulged in sweet converse.
They had been separated for some time, and at one time it seemed as if they were fated never to meet again.
There were a quantity of sea birds flitting about the shore.