"Between three o'clock and evening—yes," said the girl.
"And—is it dangerous out there?"
"Very dangerous indeed—to any one who doesn't know them."
"There's something there called the Devil's Spout?"
"Yes—a deep fissure up which the sea boils. Oh! it seems dreadful to think of—I hope he didn't fall in there. If he did—"
"Well?" asked Copplestone bluntly, "what if he did?"
"Nothing ever came out that once went in," she answered. "It's a sort of whirlpool that's sucked right away into the sea. The people hereabouts say it's bottomless."
Copplestone turned his face towards the village.
"Oh, well," he said, with an accent of hopelessness. "I can't do any more down here, it's growing dusk. I must go back and meet the manager."
The girl walked along at his side as he turned towards the village.