"And then, father?"
"Then I went down to the broad ledge and found you both unconscious. You had been stunned by the awful force with which you were hurled on the rock."
"And she, father, the—the—one who was with me?"
"We got you both in the boat after awhile. God only knows the difficulty we had, for the storm rose every minute. Had the rock been further out at sea I don't think we could have weathered it; but the gridiron point broke the force of the wind just a little!"
"And is she well, father?"
"A great deal bruised, my boy, and very weak, but she'll recover."
"Who is she?" I asked after being silent for a few moments.
"Her name is Ruth Morton; she is my old friend's only child," answered my father, slowly.
I turned on my pillow wearily. I was tired and sore, and wanted rest.
"That's right," said my father, "go to sleep again, I'll send the doctor to you, and he, together with Mrs. Teague, will soon make you well."