He awoke. He was lying where he had gone to sleep hours before. He started to his feet and looked around him.
Near him, passing under the shadows of the great trees, he thought he saw a woman's face. It was the face he had seen on the outgoing vessel, the face he had seen when he was sinking in the deep waters, the face that had come to him in his dreams.
He was about to speak to her, to follow her, when he heard someone shouting.
"Faversham! Faversham!" It was Romanoff's voice. "Come quickly. We've hailed a vessel; our signal has been seen. Come to the other side of the island."