ather's name, could ill-treat her.
By this time the boat had gone to the farther corner of the lake, and it was necessary to brace her up or come about. I went aft to take the helm, and Kate followed me, taking a seat at my side. I put the tiller hard down, and the Splash came about, heading towards Cannondale. Our passenger was quick to discern the course, and became quite excited again.
"You are taking me home again!" exclaimed she. "O, Ernest Thornton! you will not do that. Let me land here, anywhere, even on that island, but do not give me back to her."
"I don't know what to do, Miss Loraine; but I think you ought to have dry clothes at once."
"Have pity upon me, and do not take me home," pleaded she.
IN WHICH ERNEST LISTENS TO THE STORY OF MISS KATE LORAINE.