"It has been a day of delight," she said, as they drew to their ship. "Let us do it again.... I wonder if that man has got home."
"Not yet. I can see his raft on the spit. Just as well we're here before him."
"If only he were not here at all——"
"Even the original Paradise had its serpent."
"This one cannot beguile this woman at all events."
It was almost dark when they saw Macro's laden raft lumbering slowly across to the 'Jane and Mary.'
"He won't starve," commented The Girl.
"Nor go dry. I see at least half a dozen kegs there. He's making provision for bad weather. The gale may blow up again during the night. See the birds whirling about over there."
"Will you have to watch again?"
"Safer so, though the chances are the kegs will keep him quiet for a time. He's probably been on short allowance the last day or two."