After awhile Jordan awoke again.  This time there was an eager, joyous look in his wan face, and he searched the room around with a most expectant gaze.

Sedgwick bent over him, and said softly:  “What is it, old friend?”

“Why, Jim, old man,” said he, “that war most singler.  I hearn her voice a-prayin’, hearn it jest ez plain ’nd natral ez ever I hearn it afore, prayin’ thet I might git well.  O, Jim, it war music, sho’ nuff! and ef eny angels war a-listenin’, they’d intercede fur me jest outer courtesy.”

“She was praying, dear friend,” said Sedgwick.  “I knew it, and her prayer is going to be answered.  Her soul is trying to call to your soul to rouse itself, and you must heed the call.”

“I’ll try,” said the sick man.  “But don’t worry, old friend; no matter what comes, it’ll be all right.  And, say, Jim, open my grip and put ther handkerchief you will see with dots upon it here next my heart.”

For the twenty-four hours prior to reaching Naples Jordan was delirious most of the time, and did not sleep at all.  Finally the surgeon administered a powerful opiate, and when the ship came to anchor in the beautiful bay, the invalid was in a profound sleep.

Browning was on the lookout for the ship, and was soon upon its deck.  He and Sedgwick clasped hands, and the first words of Sedgwick were:  “Jack, are all well, and who is here?”

“All well,” said Jack; “and your wife, my wife, and Mrs. Hazleton are waiting at the hotel for you.  And how is your friend?”

“Desperately ill, but I have hopes of him now,” said Sedgwick.

The surgeon was appealed to, and he said it would be better to take Jordan ashore while yet he slept.

“I must first send a message that we are coming, and that he is asleep under opiates, or we shall frighten those who are watching for us,” said Sedgwick.

Captain McGregor volunteered to deliver the message as he was going ashore for a few minutes to report to the port officials that he brought no cargo to be discharged, except the baggage of two passengers.  Sedgwick thanked him, took his arm, led him aside, and said to him:  “Captain, when you find my wife, tell her privately that she must keep the other ladies from seeing us as we carry Jordan to the house.  It would disturb and perhaps alarm them, for he is not only wan and poor, but the sleep upon him looks like the twin brother of Death.”

“I will see to it all,” said the captain, and at once went ashore.

Grace saw him and recognized him as he alighted at the hotel, and ran to the parlor to meet him alone.  He explained to her the situation, and she undertook to see that the injunction should be carried out.

“How long before they will come?” asked Grace.

“Perhaps thirty minutes,” was the answer.

“Then excuse me, captain,” said Grace, “but come back later.  I want to thank you for all your kindness, and have a visit with you.  But now I must see to my two charges, that no mistake be made.”