'Crouch down, Marjorie, and keep behind the dyke,' said Allan. 'Let's make certain that it is Neil before we show ourselves.'
By this time the boat was close to the shore, and its occupant sprang out.
The cloudy moonlight showed the face and figure to be those of Neil.
'Stand up, Marjorie; let him see it's a girl,' said Allan, 'and he'll know that he's safe.'
Marjorie stood up, and called 'Neil! Hist! Neil!'
The figure turned round.
'Who is that?' asked a voice in Gaelic.
'It's Marjorie, Neil; and Allan.'
Neil carefully secured the boat and came forward.
'What are you doing here, Miss Marjorie, at this time of night? and Allan too? Has anything happened?'