He felt himself going to sleep, and he was glad. He had no curiosity as to where he was, no desire to know how he came to be there, no remembrance of the past; he only knew that warm air wrapped him like a garment, and that he was deliciously tired and sleepy.
How long he slept he did not know, but presently when he woke he saw the sun setting in a blaze of glory. Scarcely a breath of wind stirred the warm, fragrant air, and all was silent save the lapping of the waves and the screaming of birds in the distance.
He sat up and looked around him. Great tropical trees grew in wild profusion, while gorgeous vegetation abounded. It was like some land of dreams.
Then suddenly memory asserted itself, and the past flashed before his mind. Everything became clear, vivid.
"I am saved! I am alive!" he exclaimed aloud.
Again he saw the wild upheaving sea; he felt himself struggling in the deep, while his strength, strength of body, of mind, and will were failing him. He recalled the dark, fearful presence that surrounded him, and then the coming of the light, and in the light the outline of a woman's form. Nothing would ever destroy that memory! The face, the lips, the eyes! No, he should never forget! And he had seen her arms outstretched, felt her arms placed beneath him – the arms that bore him up, brought him to safety.
"I was saved," he murmured – "saved by an angel!"
He was startled by the sound of a footstep, and, turning, he saw Romanoff, and with him came back something of the feeling that some evil presence surrounded him.
"That's right, Faversham. I was afraid, hours ago, that I should never bring you round, but at length you made good, and then, like a sensible fellow, went to sleep."
Romanoff spoke in the most matter-of-fact way possible, banishing the mere thought of angels or devils.
"Where are we? How did we get here?" gasped Faversham. Up to now he had not given a thought to the other passengers.
"Where are we? On an island in the Pacific, my dear fellow. How did we get here? After the accident – or whatever it was – the boats were lowered, and all hands were got away. I looked out for you, but could not find you. There was a great commotion, and it was easy to miss anyone in the darkness. I was among the last to leave the sinking vessel, and the boat was pretty full. We had got perhaps half a mile away from the scene of the wreck, when I saw someone struggling in the sea. It was by the purest chance possible that I saw. However, I managed to get hold of – what turned out to be you. You were nearly gone – I never thought you'd – live."
"But how did I get here?" asked Dick, "and – and where are the others?"
"It was this way," and Romanoff still continued to speak in the same matter-of-fact tones. "As I told you, the boat was jammed full – overweighted, in fact – so full that your weight was a bit of a danger. More than one said you were dead, and suggested that – that it was no use endangering the safety of the others. But I felt sure you were alive, so I held out against them."
"And then?" asked Dick. He was only giving half his mind to Romanoff's story; he was thinking of what he saw when he felt his strength leaving him.
"You see the bar out yonder?" and Romanoff pointed towards a ridge of foam some distance out at sea. "It's mighty rough there – dangerous to cross even when the sea is smooth; when it is rough – you can guess. I was holding you in my arms in order to – give room. The oarsmen were making for land, of course; you see, we had been many hours in a mere cockleshell, and this island promised safety. But in crossing the bar we were nearly upset, and I suddenly found myself in the sea with you in my arms. It was fairly dark, and I could not see the boat, but I was fortunate in getting you here. That's all."
"That's all?"
"Yes; what should there be else?"
"But the others?"
"Oh, I expect they've landed somewhere else on the island – sure to, in fact. But I've not looked them up. You see, I did not want to leave you."
"Then you – you've saved me?"
"Oh, that's all right, my dear fellow. You are here, and you are looking better every minute; that's the great thing. See, I've brought you some food – fruit. Delicious stuff. I've tried it. Lucky for us we got to this place."
Dick ate almost mechanically. He was still wondering and trying to square Romanoff's story with his own experiences. Meanwhile, Romanoff sat near him and watched him as he ate.
"How long have we been here?"
"Ten hours at least. Look, my clothes are quite dry. By Jove, I was thankful for the hot sun."
"You saved me!" repeated Dick. "I owe my life to you, and yet even now – "
"What, my dear fellow?"
"I thought I was saved in another way."
"Another way? How?"
Dick hesitated a few seconds, and then told him, while Romanoff listened with a mocking smile on his lips.
"Of course, you were delirious; it was pure hallucination."
"Was it? It was very real to me."
"Such things don't happen, my friend. After all, it was a very matter-of-fact, mundane affair. You were lucky, and I happened to see you – that's all – and if there was an angel – I'm it."
The laugh that followed was anything but angelic!
"I suppose that's it," and with a sigh Dick assented to Romanoff's explanation. Indeed, with this strange, matter-of-fact man by his side, he could not believe in anything miraculous. That smile on his face made it impossible.
"I don't know how to thank you," he said fervently. "You've done me the greatest service one man can do for another. I can't thank you enough, and I can never repay you, but if we ever get away from here, and I have an opportunity to serve you – all that I have shall be yours."
"I'll remember that," replied Romanoff quietly, "and I accept what you offer, my friend. Perhaps the time will come when I can take advantage of it."
"I hope you will – you must!" – Dick's mind had become excited – "and I want to tell you something," he continued, for he was strangely drawn towards his deliverer. "I want to live. I want to get back to England," he went on. "I have not told you before, but I feel I must now."
Whereupon he told him the story of the wireless message and what it possibly might mean.
Romanoff listened gravely, and Dick once again experienced that uncanny feeling that he was telling the other a story he already knew.
"Didn't I tell you on the boat that something big was in store for you?" he said, after many questions were asked and answered. "I shall certainly look you up when I go to England again, and it may be I shall be able to render you some – further service."
Night came on, and Dick slept. He was calm now and hopeful for the future. Romanoff had told him that as the island was on the great trade route it was impossible for them to be left there long. Vessels were always passing. And Dick trusted Romanoff. He felt he could do no other. He was so strong, so wise, so confident.
For hours he slept dreamlessly, but towards morning he had a vivid dream, and in his dream he again saw the face of the angel, just as he had seen on the wild, heaving sea.
"Listen to me," she said to him. "That man Romanoff is your enemy – the enemy of your soul. Do you realise it? – your soul. He is an emissary of the Evil One, and you must fight him. You must not yield to him. You will be tempted, but you must fight. He will be constantly near you, tempting you. He is your enemy, working for your downfall. If you give way to him you will be for ever lost!"
Dick heard her words quite plainly. He watched her face