Michael gave him five sovereigns; he walked quickly away, and the fugitives turned on their traces in the sand.
"Do you feel any doubt about him?" Sylvia whispered, after a spell of silence.
"About his honesty? Not the least. If he can come, he will come."
"That's what I think."
They found by their old footprints the gap in the cliffs through which they had first descended, and took the precaution of scrambling back farther along so that there should remain only the marks of their descent. In the first oleander thicket they hid themselves by lying flat on the marshy ground; so tired were they that they both fell asleep until they were awakened by morning and a drench of rain.
"One feels more secluded and safe somehow in such weather," said Sylvia, with an attempt at optimism.
"Yes, and we've got a box of Turkish-delight," said Michael.
"Turkish-delight?" she repeated, in astonishment.
"Yes; one of Rakoff's men gave it to me about a week ago, and I kept it with a vague notion of its bringing us luck or something. Besides, another thing in the rain's favor is that it serves as a kind of bath."
"A very complete bath I should say," laughed Sylvia.