BY H. De Vere Stacpoole AUTHOR OF “THE BLUE LAGOON,” ETC.
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Copyright, 1923, By DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, Inc.
PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. BY THE QUINN & BODEN COMPANY BOOK MANUFACTURERS RAHWAY, NEW JERSEY
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BOOK I—ON THE ISLAND I THE CORMORANT II DAWN III THE VISION IV DICK EM V THE GARDEN OF GOD VI HERE ONCE THEY DWELT VII THE KEEPER OF THE LAGOON VIII SUNSET IX THE ROLLERS BOOK II—THE CHILDREN RETURN I TIME PASSES II THE RETURN OF THE CHILDREN III IN THE GARDEN OF GOD THERE IS TRUTH IV THE FIRST GLIMPSE OF THE DEMON V OUT OF THE GLOOM VI KATAFA VII BLOWN TO SEA VIII AT DAWN IX OUT OF THE SEA X A FIRE ON THE REEF XI A FIRE ON THE REEF (Continued) XII NANAWA SPEAKS XIII THE WISH XIV OUT OF THE GLOOM XV NAN XVI THE MONTHS PASS XVII THE FIGHT ON THE BEACH XVIII WAR XIX DAYBREAK XX THE TREE XXI THE GREAT KILL XXII THE CRISIS XXIII THE PRISON OF THE TREES XXIV KARA! KARA! KARA! XXV SOUTH XXVI THE PRIESTESS OF NANAWA XXVII THE SHADOWS AND THE ECHOES XXVIII IN THE NIGHT XXIX THE BREAKING OF THE SPELL XXX THE GREAT WIND XXXI DEBACLE XXXII AFTER THE BATTLE XXXIII THE CALL OF KAROLIN XXXIV THE MORNING LIGHT XXXV THE DEATH OF A SEA KING XXXVI THE CLUB OF MA XXXVII THE CLUB OF MA (Continued) XXXVIII THE FÊTE OF DEATH XXXIX FROM GARDEN TO GARDEN LIKE SEEDS ON THE WIND XL THE BIRTH OF A SEA KING XLI HIS KINGDOM CHAPTER THE LAST
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The whale boat and the dinghy lay together, gunnels grinding as they lifted to the swell. Two cable lengths away lay the schooner from which the whale boat had come; beyond and around from sky-line to sky-line the blue Pacific lay desolate beneath the day.
He was gazing at the forms on the dinghy, the form of a girl with a child embraced in one arm, and a youth. Clasping one another, they seemed asleep.
From where had they drifted? To where were they drifting? God and the sea alone could tell.
A Farallone cormorant, far above, wheeling and slanting on the breeze, had followed the dinghy for hours, held away by the awful and profound knowledge, born of instinct, that one of the castaways was still alive. But it still hung, waiting.