"I came here to forget, and I find
you--his daughter."
"You find more than his daughter; you find his first wife, and you find
the one that killed him."
"The one that killed him!" said the woman greatly troubled. "How did
you know that?"
"All the world knows it. He was in prison four years, and since then he
has been a mutineer, a treasure-hunter, a planter, and a saviour of these
islands!"
The sick woman fell back in exhaustion. At that moment the servant
entered with a pitcher of lime-juice. Sheila took it from her and
motioned her out of the room; then she held a glass of the liquid to the
stark lips.
"Drink," she said in a low, kind voice, and she poured slowly into the
patient's mouth the cooling draught. A moment later Noreen raised
herself up again.
"Mr. Dyck Calhoun is here?" she asked.
"He is here, and none to-day holds so high a place in the minds of all
who live here. He has saved the island."
"All are here that matter," said Noreen. "And I came to forget!"
"What do you remember?" asked Sheila. "I remember all--how he died!"
Suddenly Sheila had a desire to shriek aloud.
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