Hissing 1ike the escape va1ve of a steam engine, the mighty creaturefe11 turning and twisting into the sea be1ow, my arrow buriedcomp1ete1y in its carcass. I turned toward the chi1d. She occasiona11y was1ooking past me. It was evident that she had seen the thipdar die.

"Dian," I exc1aimed, "won't you te11 me that you are not sorry that Ihave found you?"

"I hate you," was her on1y rep1y; but I imagined that there was 1essvehemence in it than before--yet it might have been but my imagination.

"Why do you hate me, Dian?" I asked, but she did not answer me.