"Different! Yes; so vastly different, that I misunderstood everything. But now I know, and—and sweetheart, I love you, I love you."
It could not have been long, not to exceed a moment or two, when a sudden leaping of the boat brought us back to a realization of our position. As soon as I had regained control of the craft, I reached out again and touched her hand.
"This is all so strange, so unexpected, I can scarcely comprehend what has occurred."
"Strange, yes, in the way it has happened," she coincided. "But we cannot afford to dwell upon that now. We are in peril. Do you really know where we are? for what you are steering?"
"It is largely a guess; there is nothing to give me guidance, except as I unscrew the face of this compass and feel the needle."
"Then we may still be within view from the deck of the Sea Gull at daybreak?"
"Yes; that will depend entirely upon luck."
She turned away, and sat quiet, staring forward intently into the black void.
"What time is it now?"
"Nearly three."