"Then you walked over?"
He neither affirmed, nor denied.
"And the tide will not be out for hours!" Her look showed consternation; she glanced toward the opening in the wall. "Isn't it becoming dark now?"
"Yes, my Lady."
"Of course, it was almost sundown when— But I must return at once! Don't you understand?"
He regarded her silently; the beautiful, impatient eyes; the slim, white fingers that tapped restlessly, one against another. "I will do what I can!" he said at last slowly.
"But what?" she demanded. "What can you do?"
He did not answer; my lady made a gesture.
"How ridiculous! A prisoner on an island!"
"There may be a way," he began.