"I suppose I should have been drowned if you had not seen me?" she remarked listlessly.
"Oh, I hope not; I hope not!" said Leslie. "But I am very glad I did see you. I only caught sight of the top of your hat. You had better take my hand. I am used to getting over the rocks and stones."
"I can get on all right," said the girl sullenly, refusing the proffered assistance. "I'm as young as you are, and as strong," she added, glancing out of the corners of her dark eyes at Leslie.
"I am glad you are strong," said Leslie gravely, as she looked at the swiftly, surely incoming sea; "for we shall have to run."
Her companion stopped and looked seaward too, and with a strange expression.
"Oh, why do you wait?" demanded Leslie. "Do you not understand that there is not a moment to lose?"
The girl laughed a reckless, miserable laugh, which was a grotesque reflection of the laugh which Leslie had heard on the tower when she had last seen her.
"I was thinking if it was worth while," she said moodily.
Leslie stared at her.
"Worth while!" she echoed unconsciously.