"Then—then—" muttered Blake. "He got what was coming to him. Cyclone struck like a tornado. Door whirled down and knocked him out of the opening—smashed him!"
"The end he had earned!"
"Yes—even if he wasn't responsible, he had become just that—a beast. She had saved his life, too—night I ran down to the beach after eating a poison fish. Barricade hadn't been finished. He was down with the fever. They were attacked—jackals, hyenas. She got him safe inside the tree, with the yelling curs jumping at her."
"My word! she did that?—she? Of all the young ladies I've ever known, she was the very last I should have expected—"
"What! you've met her before?" demanded Blake.
"Then she hasn't told you?" replied his friend. "Lady Bayrose was one of my old friends, y'know. Met 'em aboard ship—sailed on the same steamer, after my run home."
"You did?" muttered Blake, in blank astonishment. "You know her?"
"You must have heard me sing out to her from the boat. Yes, I—er—had the voyage with her through the Mediterranean and down the Red Sea. But Lady Bayrose got tiffed at me, and at Aden shifted to a Cape boat. I had to go on to India alone."
"India?" queried Blake.
"Trailing Hawkins. He first went to India. But he doubled back and 'round to Cape Colony."