Leslie flushed at the tone in which the greeting was conveyed.
"I—I saw you sitting here," she said quickly, and a little tremulously, for the dark face disquieted her, and inspired her with a vague uneasiness. "I saw you from the beach yonder, and I thought that perhaps you were a stranger."
"I am a stranger. Yes, what of it?" said the woman, as sullenly and suspiciously as before.
"And you do not know that this is Ragged Point, and that the tide is coming up fast, very fast," said Leslie quickly.
"Is it? What does it matter?" was the dull response.
"Oh, do you not understand?" said Leslie earnestly. "When the tide comes up here, where you are sitting, you will not be able to go on or turn back. You see how the point stretches out?"
The dark eyes looked wearily to right and left.
"I see," she said. "No, I didn't know it. I don't know how long I've been sitting here." She looked up at the sky. "The tide comes up here, does it?"
"Yes, yes!" said Leslie hurriedly. "Pray come away at once!" for the girl had made no attempt to get up. "We have only just time to get round the point, even if we run. Come at once!" and in her eagerness she held out her hand to help her to rise.
The girl disregarded the outstretched hand, and rose wearily, sullenly.