"Like trying to row a bucket!" he laughed, as the boat spun. "Hi, Gwen! I ought to have some start, you know!"
He rowed. Presently he rested on his oars and called, "Hullo, have you started?"
"Started—" came back only the echo from the cottage roof. There was no sign of any grey-frocked running figure on the bank. He scanned it on both sides of him, gave a look towards each of those shrub-covered islands on the smooth expanse.
"Gwenna—Why, where are you? What's become of the girl," he muttered. "Gwen-na!"
She was nowhere to be seen.
CHAPTER II
THE SOUL OF UNDINE
"Hul-lo!" he shouted. The echo answered as he sat in the boat staring about him....