me. He told me that this was the pledge token between us until we could come to his land and be mated according to the customs there.” She held out her left hand, upon the third finger of which sparkled a great solitaire—a solitaire which Mrs. John Alden Smith-Jones recognized instantly.
“He gave you that?” she asked.
Then she turned toward her husband.
“What do you intend doing with this girl?” she asked.
“I shall take her back home,” replied he. She should be as a daughter to us, for Waldo would have. made her such had he lived. She cannot remain upon the island. All her people were killed by the earthquake that destroyed Waldo. She is in constant danger of attack by wild beasts and wilder men. We cannot leave her here, and even if we could I should not do so, for we owe a duty to our dead boy to care for her as he would have cared for her—and we owe a greater duty to her.”
“I must be alone,” was all that Mrs. Smith-Jones replied. “Please take her away, John. Give her the cabin next to this, and have Marie clothe her properly—Marie’s clothes should about fit her.” There was more of tired anguish in her voice now than of anger.
Mr. Smith-Jones led Nadara out and summoned Marie, but Nadara upset his plans by announcing
