"It was you who brought me ashore out of that terrible sea," she said, and her voice was no longer hoarse and husky. "I thank you with all my heart."
Macro ducked his head but never took his eyes off her.
"Gosh! Ye looked very different then, miss," he jerked. "We scarce expected ye'd ever come round like this."
"I am the more grateful. But—what a wonderful room you have!"—as she looked round at the mate's barbaric hangings. "Silks and satins!—and such gorgeous colours!"
"There's bales of them about, miss, and you're very welcome to them. They'd look better on you than them blankets."
"But the blankets are warm, and the dreadful chill of the sea is still in my thoughts all the time. Now I would go on deck and understand about this strange ship of yours," and Macro hastened to lead the way and Wulfrey followed.
"But it is truly amazing," she said, as she gazed round at the sandhills and the spit, at the tumbling waves beyond, and the unruffled waters of the lake.
"And another ship! Who lives there?"
"No one. There is not another soul on the whole island but we three," said Wulfrey.
"It sounds dreadfully lonely."