Edgar Wylie had thrown himself into the sea, and lost consciousness from the effects of a blow. Several boats had braved the furious sea, and come out to save the unfortunate people if possible.
Thus it was that he was picked up, as well as a young fellow he had risked his life to save.
When he came to himself, he found he had been brought to the nearest hotel, and a doctor was in attendance. There was, however, nothing really the matter with him. He had, it is true, been stunned by the sharp spar that had come in contact with his head, but no real injury had been done.
A good night's rest had restored him to himself. He woke early the following morning, and rising went out to breathe the fresh pure air.
Thus it came to pass that the husband and wife were passing each other in their morning walk, and they did not know it.
And yet, as his tall figure passed her, a thrill of memory went through her, a something in the walk reminded her of her husband.
Both had arrived at the supreme crisis of their lives, and yet they might never have met, but for a small incident, and a rather funny one.
Norah had taken off her hat and had laid it carelessly beside her on the low wall on which she was leaning, when she became aware of some one taking possession of it, and looking round she saw the impudent face of a monkey disappearing with it up the steep side of the "Rock."
She had no energy to recover it, and was standing helplessly watching his movements when she saw the stranger who had passed her set off in pursuit of the truant.
She soon lost sight of him, and had again sunk into a reverie when a voice said: "Here is your hat; I have rescued it. I think it is none the worse for this adventure."