" he said gruffly.

"I do--I do!" With anguished reiteration she answered him. "I'm not the
sort that offers and then doesn't pay. Oh, don't waste time talking!
Every moment may be his last. Go down--go down to the shore! You're so
strong. Save him--save him!"

She beat her clasped hands against his broad chest, till abruptly he put
up his own again and held them still.

"Columbine!" For the second time he uttered her name, and for the second
time the command in his voice caught and compelled her. "Just you listen
a minute!" he said, and as he spoke his look swept her with a mastery
that dominated even her agony. "If I go and save the cur, you've done
with him for ever--you swear that?"

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Only go--only go!"

But he remained square and resolute against the door. "And you'll stay
here--you swear to stay here till I come back?"

"Yes!" she cried again.

He bent to her once more; his gaze possessed her. "And--afterwards?" he
said, his voice deep and very low.

Her eyes had been raised to his; they closed suddenly and sharply, as if
to shut him out. "I will give you--all I have," she said, and shivered,
violently, uncontrollably.

The next instant his hands were gone from hers, and she was free.

Trembling, she sank upon the sofa, hiding her face; and even as she did
so the banging of the cottage door told her he was gone.

Thereafter she sat crouched for a long, long time in the paralysis of a
great fear.

CHAPTER IX

THE VISION

Down on the howling shore the great waves were hurling themselves in
vast cataracts of snow-white surf that shone, dimly radiant, in the
fitful moonlight. The sky was covered with broken clouds, and a rising
storm-wind blew in gusts along the cliffs. The peace of the night was
utterly shattered, the shining glory had departed. A wild and desolate
grandeur had succeeded it.

"Shouldn't wonder if there was some trouble tonight," said Adam, awaking
to the tumult.

"Lor' bless you!" said Mrs. Peck sensibly. "Wait till it comes."

The hint of impatience that marked her speech was not without reason,
for a gale was to Adam as the sound of a gun to a sporting-dog. It
invariably aroused him, even from the deepest slumber, to a state of
alert expectation that to a woman as hard-working as Mrs. Peck was most
exceptionally trying. When Adam scented disaster at sea there was no
peace for either. As she was wont to remark, being the wife of the
lifeboat coxs