“She isn’t far from Jack,” said Paul. “We shall find her in a moment or two.”
Eve’s search stopped. “In a moment or two he will know!”
“Here she is!” cried Paul.
And there was Cicely, sitting close under the bank in the deepest shadow. She did not move; Paul lifted her in his arms.
“The moon is under a cloud now,” she explained, in a whispering voice; “as soon as it comes out, I shall see Ferdie over there on the opposite shore, and I shall call to him. “Don’t let that fire go out, I haven’t another match; he will need the light as a guide.”
“She thinks she is on Singleton Island!” said Eve;—“the night we got away.”
Her tone was joyous.
XXVI.
PAUL AND EVE took Cicely back to the camp. And almost immediately, before Mrs. Mile could undress her, she had fallen asleep. It was the still slumber of exhaustion, but it seemed also to be a rest; she lay without moving all that night, and the next day, and the night following. As she slumbered, gradually the tenseness of her face was relaxed, the lines grew lighter, disappeared; then slowly a pink colored her cheeks, restoring her beauty.