“Oh! I shall be grateful all my life to you, and so, I’m sure, will Mr. Whitman, when he returns; and oh! Sir Ferdinand, if you and these two good young men, who, I suppose, are policemen in plain clothes, had not come in, goodness only knows what would have become of us.”

“I am afraid you are labouring under some mistake, my dear madam. I have not the honour to be Sir Ferdinand Morringer or any other baronet at present; but I assure you I feel the compliment intensely. I am sure my good friends here, James and Richard Marston, do equally.”

Here the Misses Whitman, in spite of all their terror and anxiety, were so tickled by the idea of their mother mistaking Starlight and the Marstons for Sir Ferdinand and his troopers that they began to laugh, not but what they were sober enough in another minute.

Miss Falkland got up then and walked forward, looking just the way her father used to do. She spoke to Starlight first.

“I have never seen you before, but I have often heard of you, Captain Starlight, if you will allow me to address you by that title. Believe me when I say that by your conduct to-night you have won our deepest gratitude—more than that, our respect and regard. Whatever may be your future career, whatever the fate that your wild life may end in, always believe there are those who will think of you, pray for you, rejoice in your escapes, and sorrow sincerely for your doom. I can answer for myself, and I am sure for my cousins also.”

Here the Misses Whitman said

“Yes, indeed, we will—to our life’s end.”

Then she turned to Jim, who still stood there looking at her with his big gray eyes, that had got ever so much darker lately.

“You, poor old Jim,” she said, and she took hold of his brown hand and held it in her own. “I am more sorry than I can tell to hear all I have done about you and Dick, too. This is the second time you have saved me, and I am not the girl to forget it, if I could only show my gratitude. Is there any way?”

“There’s Jeanie,” just them two words he said.

“Your wife? Oh, yes, I heard about her,” looking at him so kind and gentle-like. “I saw it all in the papers. She’s in Melbourne, isn’t she? What is her address?”

“Esplanade Hotel, St. Kilda,” says Jim, taking a small bit of a letter out of his pocket.