With a bow, dark eyes turned away from the cliff along the path leading to the Ocean House. A somewhat deeper sentiment was observed in the orbs of blue; though their owner took leave without giving it expression.
The confusion arising from their late alarm might perhaps plead their excuse.
None was needed by the negress.
“God bress you, brave massa! God bress you!” were her parting words—the only ones that appeared to be spoken in true gratitude.
Chapter Five.
The Scathed Retriever.
Filled with astonishment, and not without a slight feeling of chagrin, the sportsman stood looking after the trio he had delivered from almost certain death.
“A thousand thanks! Indeed we are greatly indebted to you?”