“He—he is on the other island,” Eve answered, hesitatingly. “Don’t you remember that he followed us?—that we were trying to escape?”
“Well, we have escaped,” said Cicely. “And now I want to know where he is.”
She got on her feet, stepped out of the boat to the sand, and lifted Jack out; she muffled the child in a shawl, and made him walk with her to the edge of the water. Here she stood looking at the home-island, straining her eyes in the misty moonlight.
Eve followed her. “I think the farther away we go, Cicely, the better; at least for the present. The steamer stops at Singleton Landing at dawn; we can go on board as we are, and get what is necessary in Savannah.”
“Why don’t I see him on the beach?” said Cicely. “I could see him if he were there—I could see him walking. If he followed us, as you say, why don’t I see him!” She put a hand on each side of her mouth, making a circle of them, and called with all her strength, “Ferdie? Fer-die?”
“Are you mad?” said Eve.
“Fer-die?” cried Cicely again.
Eve pulled down her hands. “He can’t hear you.”
“Why can’t he?” said Cicely, turning and looking at her.
“It’s too far,” answered Eve, in a trembling voice.