on the top of the waves, followed him closely whichever
way he turned, and forced him to flee as fast as he could
to his island, where he finally landed with the greatest
difficulty, and fell upon the shore dripping, worn out, and
conquered.
"0n—the Kerver!" cried Yvon: "we are saved.”’
“Not yet, said Finette, trembling. "The giant has a
witch for a godmother; I fear that she will revenge on me
the insult offered to her godson. My art tells me, my dear
Yvon, that if you quit me a single instant until you give me
your name in the chapel of the Kervers I have everything
to dread."
" By the unicorn of my ancestors,” cried Yvon, "you have
the heart of a hare and not of ahero! AmInot here? Am
I gomg to abandon you? Do you believe that Providence
has saved us from the fangs of that monster to wreck us
in port?”
He laughed so gaily that Finette laughed in turn at the
terror that had seized her.
The rest of the voyage passed off admirably. An invis¬
ible hand seemed to impel the ship onward. Twenty days
after their departure the boat landed Yvon and Finette
near Kerver Castle. Once on shore, Yvon turned to thank
the crew. No one was there. Both boat and ship had
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