"
The Statue of Liberty slid by, and Governor's Island and Fort Hamilton;
then, in the distance, Sandy Hook light came into view.
"I'm going to leave you here," said Mr. Grimm, and for the first time
there was a tense, strained note in his voice.
Miss Thorne's blue-gray eyes had grown mistily thoughtful; the words
startled her a little and she turned to face him.
"It may be that you and I shall never meet again," Mr. Grimm went on.
"We _will_ meet again," she said gravely. "When and where I don't know,
but it will come."
"And perhaps then we may be friends?" He was pleading now.
"Why, we are friends now, aren't we?" she asked, and again the smile
curled her scarlet lips. "Surely we are friends, aren't we?"
"We are," he declared positively.
As they started forward a revenue cutter which had been hovering about
Sandy Hook put toward them, flying some signal at her masthead. Slowly
the great boat on which they stood crept along, then the clang of a bell
in the engine-room brought her to a standstill, and the revenue cutter
came alongside.
"I leave you here," Mr. Grimm said again. "It's good-by.
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