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SYNOPSIS.
Philip Cayley. accused o a crime of
.which he is not guilty , resigns from the
army in disgrace and his affection for
his friend , Lieut Perry Hunter , turns to
hatred. Cayley seeks solitude , where he
perfects a flying machine. While soaring
ii ' ver the Arctic regions , he picks up a
curiously shaped stick he had seen in the
assassin's hand. Mounting again , ho dis
covers a yacht anchored In the bay. De-
'icendlng near the steamer , he meets a
felrl on an Ice floe. He learns that the
Klrl's name is Jeanne Fielding and that
. the yacht has come north to seek signs
* f her father. Captain Fielding , an arctic
fxplorer. A party from the yacht is ma
king search ashore. After Cayley departs
Jeanne finds that he had dropped a cu
riously-shaped stick. Captain Planck and
the surviving crew of his wrecked whaler
are in hiding on the coast. A giant ruf
fian named Roscoe , had murdered Field
Jng and his two companions , after the ex
plorer had revealed the location of an
normous ledge of pure gold. Roscoe then
took command of the party. It develops
jthat the ruffian had committed the mur-
, per witnessed by Cayley. Roscoe plans
to capture the yacht and escape with a
( big load of gold. Jeanne tells Fanshaw ,
owner of the yacht , about the visit of the
sky-man and shows him the stick left by
Cayley. Fanshaw declares that it is an
{ Eskimo throwing-stlck , used to shoot
darts. Tom Fanshaw returns from the
earching party with a sprained ankle.
Perry Hunter Is found murdered and
, Cayley Is accused of the crime but Jeanne
believes him innocent. A r.ellef party goes
to flnd the searchers. Tom professes his
, Jove for Jeanne. She rows ashore and
enters an abandoned hut , and there finds
her father's diary , which discloses the ex
plorer's suspicion of Roscoe. The ruf
fian returns to the hut and sees Jeanne.
i 1 He Is Intent on murder , when the sky
man swoops down and the ruffian flee * .
Jeanne gives Cayley her father's diary
to read. The yacht disappears and Ros
coe's plans to capture it are revealed.
Jeanne's only hope is in Cayley. The
erlousness of their situation becomes ap
parent to Jeanne and the sky-man. Cay
ley kills a polar bear. Next he finds a
clue to the hiding place of the stores.
Roscoe Is about to attack the girl when
he is sent fleeing In terror by the sight
Of the sky-man swooping down. Measures
re taken to fortify the hut. Cayley kills
wounded polar bear and receives the
'first ' intimation that Roscoe possesses
Jlreanns. A fissure in the Ice yields up
Hunter's bo4y and Roscoe , finding it , re
moves the dead man's rifle. He discovers
, tha.t Cayley is a human being and not a
ip'lrit. The rufflan Is baffled In kls plan
to murder Cayley when the latter and
Jeanne take refuge .In the cave where a
rurlous storm keeps them Imprisoned.
They confess their love for each other.
, Cayley , resolving to1 seek the ruffian and
, JcHl- him , finds Roscoe's cave , but the
enemy Is not there. He picks up a fa-
Jxnlllar-looking locket and departs. " s-
, coe has taken advantage of Cayley't > b- ,
aence to force his ivay into where Jeanne
1 . Cayley returns , and a fight ensues , in
.Which Roscoe is killed.
CHAPTER XXII. Continued.
The perception came to him as a
, memory , and in memory it seemed to
be Jeanne's voice.
Now , unless his wits were wanderIng -
Ing , he heard it again , and it called his
.name. He was half incredulous of its
reality , even as he answered it. But
Ithe next moment , before he could ex
tricate himself from his planes , or
even attempt to get to his feet , he
felt the pressure of her body , as she
'knelt ' over him.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Signals.
There were a good many days after
.tnat not days at all , really , but an in-
iterminable period of night which
i ere broken for Jeanne by no ray of
jhope whatever. She kept Philip and
'herself alive , from day to day , and this
occupation left her hardly time enough
'to think whether there was anything
to hope for or not
Much of the time Philip was deliri-
'cus ; sometimes violently so , and yet
jshe often had to leave him. When she
[ did so , it was with no certainty at all
jthat she would find him alive upon her
return.
At last the conviction was forced
iUpon her that Philip was actually on
Ithe road to recovery. His delirium be-
'came less violent and occurred at longer -
, er intervals. The frightful condition
of his wounds began visibly to im
prove. Instinctively she resisted this
'conviction as long as she could , refus
ing almost passionately to begin to
hope for the return of hope brought
an almost Intolerable pain with it
Without hope there had been no fear ,
no apprehension Just as in a frozen
limb there is no pain. But , as the pos
sibility of his recovery became plain
er , the slenderness of the thread by
iwhich his life was hanging became
plainer , too. A thousand chances
uwhich she could not guard against
.might cut the thread and destroy the
jhope new-born.
He was able , at last , after a long
: eleep and a really hearty meal of sus-
'tainlng food which she hardly dared
give him to get up and walk out of
their shelter to the star-vaulted beach.
'
'Fifty paces or so was all he was equal
| to ; but at the end of the little prom
enade he expressed a disinclination to
go back to the stuffy little shed which
had been the scene of his long illness.
> The clean , wide , boundless air was
bringing back the zest for life to
him. So Jeanne brought out from
the hut a great bundle of furs and
made a nest of them on the beach ,
and there he lay back and she eat
i4 < fwn beside him.
"Do you remember , Jeanne , " he
"the first time we sat out like
[ this , there on the ice-floe beside the
'Aurora , and I told you how I had
( learned to fly ? "
She locked her hand Into his before
she answered.
"I couldn't believe that night that I
wasnt dreaming , " she said softly.
"Nor I , either , " he told her ; "and ,
somehow , I can't believe it now not
I fully ; not this part of it anyway. "
He had lifted the hand that was
I *
m
Si
locked Into his and pressed It to his
lips before he spoke. .There was a
silence after that Then , with a little
effort , the girl spoke.
"Philip , do you remember my say
ing what a contempt you must have
for the world that didn't know how to
fly ? Do you remember that , and the
answer you made to it ? "
He nodded.
"Philip , is that still there ? Tour
contempt , I mean , for the world ? "
"I don't believe , " he said , "that you
can even ask that seriously you , who
gave me first my soul back again and
then , in these last weeks , my life.
For it's been your life that has lived
in me these last days they must be a
good many just as it was your
warmth and faith and fragrance that
gave me back my soul , long ago. " He
paused a moment ; then , when ne went
on his voice had a somewhat different
quality. "But the other contempt ,
Jeanne , that still exists , or would ex
ist if I gave it the chance , the world's
contempt for me. Not even your faith
could shake that. "
She had been half-reclining beside
him , but now she sat erect purposeful
ly , like one who has taken a resolu
tion.
"I'm not so sure of that , " she said ,
in a matter-of-fact tone , though there
was an undercurrent of excitement in
it "Philip , I have been trying to
solve a puzzle since you were ill. I
hoped I could solve it by myself. If
I were intelligent enough I'm sure I
could ; but I'll have to ask you to help
me. It's a string of letters written
around a picture , in a locket"
"A locket of yours ? " he asked , sur
prised.
"Never mind about that just now. "
She spoke hastily and the undercur
rent of excitement was growing
stronger In her voice.
"Do you want me to try It now ? " he
asked. "If you'll make a light and
show me the thing. I'll see what I
can do. "
"Perhaps you won't need that , " she
said. "I can remember the letters.
They are divided up into words , but
I'm sure they are not any foreign lan
guage ; they are in a code of some
sort"
She did not turn to look at him , but
she felt him stir a little , with sudden
ly aroused attention , and heard his
breath come a little quicker.
"The first letter was all by Itself , "
she said , trying to keep her voice
steady. It was N . And then , in
one word , came the letters p-b-j-n-e-q. "
"That means "A cowardhe said.
His voice was unsteady , and he
clutched suddenly at her hand. She
could feel that his was trembling , so
she took it in both of hers and held
It tight
"It's a code , " he said , "a boyish code
of my own. I remember that for a
long time after I invented It I be
lieved it to be" utterly insoluble ; yet it
was childishly simple. It consists
simply of splitting the alphabet In
two and using the last half for the
first , and vice versa. It must have oc
curred to hundreds of boys , at one
time and another , and yet ; " his voice
faltered. "Yet , It's a little odd that
you should have stumbled upon an
other example of It"
"The next word was o-r-g-e-n-1-r-q. "
"That means 'betrayedhe said ,
almost Instantly. "Was was there any
more. "
"One little word , three letters ,
'u-v-z. ' But I know already what they
mean , Philip. " There was a moment
ary silence , then she repeated the
whole phase " 'A coward betrayed
himShe was trembling all over
now , herself. "I knew , " she said , "I
knew It was something like that"
Then she dropped down beside him
and clasped him tight in her arms.
"Philip , that was written around your
picture , an old picture of you it must
have been , which fell out of your
pocket when I was undressing you
that night after your fight with Ros
coe. I recognized the locket it was en
closed in as Mr. Hunter's. I had often
seen it on his watch fob , and it's en
graved with his initials. "
"It fell out of my pocket. " .said
Philip , Incredulously.
"Yes , " she said , "that puzzled me ,
too , for awhile ; and finally I figured
it out You must have found It "
"That night In Roscoe's cave , when
I was waiting for him. I had forgot
ten it until this moment"
"I knew It must be like that ; " she
said , "something like that And wasn't
it . . . ' she began
"Hunter's code as well as mine ?
Yes. We made it up together when
we were boys , " he said , "and we use
It occasionally even after we left the
Point We wrote In it , both of us , as
easily as in English ; and read it the
same way. "
Her TQung arms still held him fast
"Philip , he must have been sorry
a long time almost since It happened.
It's an old , old picture of you ,
dear , and the ink of the letters Is
faded. He's carried It with him ever
since , as a reminder of the wrong he
did you , and of his cowardice in let
ting you suffer under it"
"I suppose it was that from the
first"
"I don't believe he ever meant "
She'let the sentence break off there ,
and there was a long , long silence.
T suppose that's true , " herald at
last "I suppose I might have saved
him then , just as I might have saved
him later , from Roscoo's dart I can
think of a hundred ways that it might
aave happened the accusation against
me , I mean without his having any
part In it" Then he said rather ab
ruptly : "Fanshaw told you the story ,
didn't he ? "
She assented. "Most of it , that Is.
Perhaps not quite all he knew. "
"I don't know It all myself , " he told
her , "that is , I have filled It in with
guesses. I knew about the girl. Hunt
er was half mad about her , and she ,
I suppose , was in love with him.-Any
way , he came to me one night the
last time I ever talked with him rag
ing with excitement The girl's father
had found out about him and meant ,
she said , to kill him , and perhaps , her ,
too. Anyhow , she had forbidden Hunt
er seeing her again. We took a drinker
or two , together , before I started , and
I suppose he must have drunk
himself half mad after that ; for he
started right on my trail and did what
you know. I have always supposed ,
until just now , that he had used my
name as his own with her , to screen
himself from possible trouble. But
that may not have been the case. He
may simply have spoken of me as his
friend.
"The girl was in love with him.
and it would be natural for her to
give her father my name instead of
Hunter's , and make the accusation
against me. I suppose he thought
that I could , probably , clear myself
easily esnough , without Involving him ,
and that the whole row might blow
over without doing any irreparable
damage to either of us. And then ,
when it didn't blow over when it got
worse and meant ruin for somebody
the fact that he hadn't spoken at first
would have made it ten times harder
to speak at last I might have help
ed him. He sent word to me once ,
when I was under arrset , to ask if I
would see him , and I refused. I was
very . . . " His speech was punctu-
pltmatlon a wonderful great , soft calm
seemed to envelop her. She slept
there like a child beside him , his hand
still half-clasped In hers.
It was Thlllp's voice that wakened
her. How long afterwards she did
not know. He was sitting erect on the
great bear-skin , and all she could see
of him was the dim silhouette of his
back against the sky.
"What is it ? " she asked , drowsily.
"Is anything the matter ? "
He could hardly command his voice
to answer.
"It's that aurora , over there , " he
said. "No , it's gone now. It may
come back. It's right over there in
the south straight in front of you. "
"But , my dear my dear " she per
sisted , "why should an aurora . . .
Is it because of the one we saw the
night you killed Roacoe ? Is It that
old nightmare that it brings back ? "
She was speaking quietly , her voice
caressing him just as her hands were.
She was like a mother trying to reas
sure a frightened child.
"No , It's not that , , " he said , uneasily.
I don't know I think I may be go
ing mad , perhaps. I know I wasn't
dreaming. I thought so at first , but
I know I'm not now. " Then she felt
his body stiffen , he dropped her hand
and pointed out to the southern ho
rizon.
"There , " he said , "look there ! " What
she saw was simply a pencil of white
light , pointing straight from the ho
rizon to the zenith , and reaching an al
titude of perhaps 20 degrees. Com
pared with the stupendous electrical
displays that they were used to seeing
in that winter sky , It was utterly in
significant , and from it she turned to
search his face , in sudden alarm.
"No , no look look ! " he command
ed , his excitement mounting higher
with each word.
She obeyed reluctantly , but at what
she saw her body became sudden
ly rigid and she stared as one
might stare who sees a spirit For
the faint pencil of white light swung
on a pivot , dipped clear to the hori-
t )
"Fanshaw Told You the Story , Didn't He ? "
ated now by longer and longer pauses ,
but still Jeanne waited. "Very sure
of the correctness of my own
attitude then. Correct is , perhaps , the
exact word for it I wouldn't turn a
hand to save a man a man who had
been my friend , too from living out
the rest of his life in hell. " He shud
dered a little at that and she quickly
laid her hand upon his lips.
"That was long ago , " she said. "You
can * see now what a God , perhaps ,
would have seen and done then. And
if you did wrong , then it's you who
have suffered for it you who have
paid the penalty. You havepald for
the thing you left undone as well as
for the thing he did. But we must
not talk about it any more , now.
You're not strong enough. I ought
not to have spoken of it at all , but ,
somehow , I couldn't wait any longer. "
"Just this much more , Jeanne , and
then we will let it go : You see now.
don't you , dear , why I said I never
could go back to the world , never clear
myself of the old charge at Hunter's
expense Perry Hunter's expense
now that he is dead ; and don't you see
that that's as impossible now as it was
when I first said it ? "
It was with a half laugh and a half
sob that she kissed him.
"Oh , my dear , " she said , "what does
the world matter ? This is the world
here. You and I. The space of this
great bear-skin we are lying on. The
past can't come between us , and what
else is there that matters ? Come , it's
time for you to take another nap. Are
you warm enough out here , or shall we
go back to the hut ? "
"I'm warm , soul and body , thanks
to you , " he said.
But It was Jeanne who went to
sleep. Somehow , since that last ex-
zen , rose aagln and completed its cir
cuit to the other side.
She sat there beside him , breath
less , almost lifeless with suspense
while that pencil traced its course
back and forth from horizon to horizon
zen , stopped sometimes on the zenith ,
to turn back upon itself sometimes
continuing through unchecked. At
last her breath burst forth from her
in a great sob. She turned and clung
to him wildly.
'
"Philip , " she said , "it can't be that
it can't it can't ! "
"Tell me tell me what It looks like
what you think you see ? "
She stayed just where she was , cling
ing to him , cowering to him , as if some
thing . terrified her , her face pressed
down against his shoulder.
"Signals , " she gasped out "From a
light from a search-light"
He drew a long deep breath or two ,
and his good arm tightened about
her.
her."Well
"Well , " he said , his voice breaking
In a shaky laugh , "If we are mad , we
are mad together , Jeanne , dear , and
with the same madness ; and if we are
dreaming , we are living In the same
dream. Did you read what it said ?
Oh , no , of course' you couldn't but I
did. It's the old army wig-wag , and
It has been saying all sorts of things.
Spelling out your name most of the
time. What It just said was , 'Cour
age. They are coming/ "
CHAPTER XXIV ,
Unwinged.
For awhile she stayed just where
she was , her head cradled against his
shoulder , but , presently , she stood
erect once more , pulled off one of her
heavy gauntlets , and with her
palm pressed the tears ont of ker
eyes.
"You aren't strong enough yet to be
used as the support for a really good
cry. " Her voice was shaky and her
speech uneven. There were still some
little half suppressed sobs in it But
she turned her face again towards
the southern horizon. "If that's the
army wig-wag I ought to be able to
read it Tom taught it to me years
ago. Perhaps perhaps it Is he who Is
signaling now. "
"Was there a search-light on the Au
rora ? " Philip asked. "I didn't notice
when I saw her. " He tried to make
the question sound casual , but his
voice was hardly steadier than hers.
"Oh , yes , " she said. "It was one of
the things we laughed at Uncle Jerry
for insisting upon , but he Insisted
just the same. It's a very powerful
light , Philip , " she said suddenly , after
a little silence , "Is it not plain Im
possible , that that we see over there ?
You know you said , and father said
in his journal , that there was no possi
bility of a relief In the winter. Philip
Philip , isn't it madness is it the ice
madness ? "
But before he could answer they
heard a rifle-shot ring out in the still
air.
"No , " he cried , "the long wait is
over. Thank God they are here. Fire ,
Jeanne ! Fire the revolver ! Let them
know they are in time. " His lips trem
bled and tears glistened in his eyes.
It was lying under her hand. There
were only three cartridges left ,
but she fired them all into the air.
Then , almost before the echo from
the cliff behind them had died away ,
they heard a dim hall in a human
voice a voice that broke sharply as if
the shout had ended In a sob.
"It's Tom , " she said.
"Call out ! It's your voice he'll want
to hear. " But it was a moment be
fore she could command it She call
ed his name * twice , and then a third
time , with a different inflection , for a
long , leaping flicker of firelight had re
vealed a little knot of figures round
ing one of the great ice-crags that
covered the frozen harbor. One fig
ure , a little in advance of the others ,
dashed forward at a run. Jeanne
sprang to meet him.
For a little while Cayley stood hesi
tating before the fire , just where
Jeanne , in her impulsive rush toward
their rescuers , had left him , then slow
ly , he followed her.
The party on the Ice was moving
landward again. Even at Philip's slow
pace , the distance between tnem was
narrowing. Jeanne and young Fan
shaw were coming on ahead. Ho saw
her stop suddenly and throw an arm
around the man's neck. ' She was
laughing and crying all at once , and
there were tears in the man's eyes ,
too. Philip expected that He knew
that Fanshaw loved her. His memory
of that fact was all that redeemed his
memory of their encounter on the Au
rora's deck. '
But , what he did not expect , waste
to see Fanshaw suddenly release him
self from the girl's embrace and come
straight toward him. That was not
the most surprising thing not that ,
nor the hand which Fanshaw was holdIng -
Ing out to him. It was the look in the
young man's face.
There was a powerful emotion work
ing there , but no sign of any conflict ,
no resistance , no reluctance. It was
the face of a man humble in the pres
ence of a miracle. He stripped off
his gauntlet and gripped Cayley's
hand. It was a moment before he
could speak.
"It's only just now , " he said , "now
that I see you here together , that I
find It bard to believe. Because I've
known all along that you were here
with her , keeping her alive until we
could get back to her. I've been the
only one who has had any hope at
all , and with me it's been a certainty
rather than a hope. It's 'as If I had
seen you here , together. I've seen you
so a thousand times , but now , that I do
actually , with my own eyes , it's hard
to . . . ' ' His voice broke there.
There was a moment of silence , then
he went on : "You must try to for
give us , Cayley me , in particular , for
I'm the one who needs it most We
know the truth of that old story now.
No , it wasn't Jeanne who told. It was
poor Hunter himself , In a letter. He
had written it long ago , and it was
among his papers. I wtat you to read
it sometime. I think , perhaps , when
you do you will be able Ho forgive him ,
too. "
"That's done already , " said Philip.
"No , not long ago within , the last few
hours. Come , shall we go back to the
fire ? I suppose we had better wait
for another moonrise before we try to
get to the Aurora. "
It was six months later , a blazing ,
blue July day , when the gunboat Yorktown -
town lifted North Head , the northern
portal of the Golden Gate. Tom Fan
shaw and his father had gone to the
bridge , but Philip and Jeanne , the
other two passengers , remained un
moved by the announcement , seated
as far aft as possible , the ensign , limp
in the following breeze , fluttering Just
over their heads.
Looking up , they law one of the
Junior officers stanAmg close beside
them. He was a dark-haired , dark-
eyed , good-looking youngster , whose
frank adoration of Jeanne ever since
they had come aboard had amused the
Fanshaws and secretly pleased and
touched Philip , although he pretended
to be amused , too.
They both rose and lounged back
against the rail as he came up.
"Glad to be nearly home , Mr. Caldwell -
well ? " said Jeanne. "You navy people
regard any port in the States as home ,
don't you ? "
"Oh , I'd be glad enough of a month's
shore leave , " he said , "if it weren't
this particular voyage. I mean if it
didn't mean that we are going to lose
you. "
She gave him a friendly little smile.
'but made mo other answer. He tui
to Philip.
"I'll bare to confess , " he said , "to
the rudest sort of inquisitive curiosity ;
about the strange-looking bundle you ,
brought aboard with you from , tha ,
Aurora. It looks like some primittva
Eskimo's attempt to build a flying-ma
chine. "
"It is something like that. " ftald
Philip. "If you'll have It brought up
here on deck I'll open it out to y u. "
The young fellow's pleasure was a3-
most boyish. "I'll have it brfcagfat at
once , " he said.
The breeze was straight behind
them and just about strong enough to
compensate for the speed of the ves *
sel , and the air on deck was quite stilL !
With the boy's puzzled agsits-
ance Philip spread his wings for
the first time since that night
when he had dived off the ollff-
head to go in pursuit of Roscoe. The
recollection was almost painfully
vivid , and as he looked Into Jeanne's
face he saw the same memory mir
rored there.
But young Caldwell soon brought
them back to the present He was no
longer embarrassed or shy , deferen
tial. Aerial navigation was , appar
ently , a subject he knew all -about
He criticised the shape of the planes ,
the material they were made of , the
curve of this , the dip of that all in
the tone of an expert and by
way of summing up , he said :
"It's rather pitiful. Isn't It ? In a
way any primitive thing ajvyays af
fects me like old locomotives they
have in museums. Somebody , proW
ably , believed once that th&t woujh
fly. I hope he didn't believe it seri
ously enough to give it a real trial/ / "
"You don't think it would Work ,
then ? " asked Philip. /
The young man laughed. "jDear me ,
no , " he said. "It couldn't work. "
"At any rate , " said Philip"It's an
amusing curiosity. "
"Oh , yes ; Indeed , yeahe young
man assented , cordially , f'l wish it
were mine. Only I wouldaft try to fly
with it" /
His duties called hiny away then
rather suddenly , and PJiilip wa * 2eft
I' ' ,
\
"He Was a Dark-Haired , Dark-itfed
Handsome Young Man. "
to furl his wings alone. From the proc
ess he looked up Into Jeanne's face.
"Why , Jeanne ! " Her eyes were
bright , bright with unshed tears , and
there was a little flush of bright color
in her cheeks.
"Oh , I know , " she said , with an un
steady laugh , "it's absurd to be indig
nant , but I wished oh , how I wished ,
when he was so patronising and so
sure , that you might have slipped your
arms into their places and gone curv
ing , circling up , all gold and gleaming ,
into the air. I knew you wouldn't ,
but I hoped you would. "
"Jeanne , dear , " he eatd , "you'll re
member that always my flight , * I
mean. But , sometimes you'll get to
wondering if it isn't the memory of a
dream. And then you'll go and fln4
these old wings in an attic , some
where , and stroke them with your
hands , the way you did that night
when I furled them first upon the lee *
floe beside you. " > J
She looked at him quickly , wlda *
eyed.
"What do you mean , Philip ? Not
that not that I'm never -to see you
fly again ? "
He nodded.
"Somehow , up there , with all th
world below me. It never seemed real.
Even you never seemed real , who
were the only real thing In all th
world. The earth was only a spinning
ball , and there were no such thing as
men. I wasn't a man myself , up there ,
not even even after you had brought
me back to life and given me a soul
again. Somehow , to be a man one h g
to wear the shackles of mankind. I
can't explain It better than that , but I
know It's true. "
For a long time she searched hl
face In silence.
"You used to seem a spirit rather
than a man to me , " she said , "when I
would lie watching you soaring there
above me. And now now It's I who
brought you down. "
"Do you remember how I told-you
once that a man like your father TWBS
worth a whole Paradise of aagels ? . I
Well , I want to be a man , Jeanne , as
near as possible such a man as he
was. And I want to walk beside you
always. "
A shift of wind from astern over
took them and the great ensign flip
ped forward , screening them for a mo
ment where they stood , from the view ,
of the rest of the deck ; With a sud
den passion of understanding
clasped him close and kissed
THE END.
Herring Always In Lead.
Herrings form the greatest harvest
of the ocean. More herrings
than any other Ash.
