"You mean they're leaving us?"
He shook her arm almost savagely.
"Can't you see? There they go. They're headed out, I tell you. They're going out into the Sound!"
The yacht seemed to be gaining in speed.
"But I just can't believe it," she said, in a stifled voice.
"You'd better, then. Look!"
"But I'm sure that Mr. Marshall wouldn't——"
"Oh, you are, are you? Well, I'll prove to you in about one holy minute that he'll do whatever comes into his crazy head. Take your last look. They're on their way."
Nor had they long to wait in order to be convinced beyond argument. Even at the distance that separated them from the Sunshine they could see the white bone in her teeth as she continued to pick up speed. And then she was gone, beyond a jutting point that barred their vision.
Pete looked at Mary. Mary looked at Pete. Both looked again toward the spot where they caught their last glimpse of the Sunshine. Then, with one accord and without speech, they slowly descended to the beach and sat in the sand. A thin, blue cloud of rage seemed to have descended upon them.