right, Gerty!" was the answer--which came from the
bottom of the boat, into which Mr. White had very prudently slipped.

And then, as they got under the lee of the island, they found themselves
in smoother water, though from time to time squalls came over and
threatened to flatten the great lugsail right on to the waves.

"Come now, Gertrude," said Macleod, "we shall be ashore in a few
minutes, and you are not frightened of a squall?"

He had his arm round her, and he held her tight; but she did not answer.
At last she saw a light--a small, glimmering orange thing that quivered
apparently a hundred miles off.

"See!" he said. "We are close by. And it may clear up to-night, after
all."

Then he shouted to one of the men:

"Sandy, we will not try the quay the night: we will go into the Martyr's
Bay."

"Ay, ay, sir!"

It was about a quarter of an hour after that--almost benumbed with
fear--she discovered that the boat was in smooth water; and then there
was a loud clatter of the sail coming down; and she heard the two
sailors calling to each other, and one of them seemed to have got
overboard. There was absolutely nothing visible--not even a distant
light; but it was raining heavily. Then she knew that Macleod had moved
away from her; and she thought she heard a splash in the water; and then
a voice beside her said,--

"Gertrude, will you not get up? You must let me carry you ashore."

And she found herself in his arms--carried as lightly as though she had
been a young lamb or a fawn from the hills; but she knew from the slow
way of his walking that he was going through the sea. Then he set her on
the shore.

"Take my hand," said he.

"But where is papa?"

"Just behind us," said he, "on Sandy's shoulders. Sandy will bring him
along. Come, darling!"

"But where are we going?"

"There is a little inn near the Cathedral. And perhaps it will clear up
to-night; and we will have a fine sail back again to Dare."

She shuddered. Not for ten thousand worlds would she pass through once
more that seething pit of howling sounds and raging seas.

He held her arm firmly; and she stumbled along through the darkness, not
knowing whether she was walking through sea-weed, or pools of water, or
wet corn. And at last they came to a door; and the door was opened; and
there was a blaze of orange light; and they entered--all dripping and
unrecognizable--the warm, snug little place, to the astonishment of a
handsome young l