"There certainly are a lot of stars out tonight," commented Barry, transferring his gaze rather abruptly from the sands to the heavens.
"Um—yes. Yes, there are a great many. And there will be a full moon, later on."
"Yes, I know. The moon was wonderful last night on the lake. I sat out on deck a long time."
"You said you had a good trip across, didn't you?"
"Oh, yes—perfectly smooth."
Another silence—an ominous desperate silence.
"Well," quoth the Rev. Needham, turning around and peering back, "I wonder if they're not coming?"
"I think I see them coming now across the sand," remarked Barry.
"Yes—yes, I believe I do, too," the other agreed.
"That's Louise in the white dress."