“YEO HO, WE GO!”
“A cameo chaperonage,” murmured Lady Ingleby, and suddenly opened her eyes.
Sky and sea were still there, but between them, closer than sea or sky, looking down upon her with a tense light in his blue eyes, stood Jim Airth.
“Why, I have been asleep!” said Lady Ingleby.
“You have,” said Jim Airth; “and meanwhile the sun has set, and—the tide has come up. Allow me to assist you to rise.”
Lady Ingleby put her hand into his, and he helped her to her feet. She stood beside him gazing, with wide startled eyes, at the expanse of sea, the rushing waves, the tiny strip of sand.
“The tide seems very high,” said Lady Ingleby.
“Very high,” agreed Jim Airth. He stood close beside her, but his eyes still eagerly scanned the water. If by any chance a boat came round the point there would still be time to hail it.
“We seem to be cut off,” said Lady Ingleby.
“We are cut off,” replied Jim Airth, laconically.