"My own darling!" he cried, leaning over and rapturously embracing her, though in doing so he nearly caused her to fall from her wheel.
Suddenly the heavens overhead seemed to darken, the wind to freshen, and the booming of the waves, as they dashed heavily against the shore, sounded dismally in the distance.
"We must make haste," said Royal Ainsley; "there is a storm coming up. I think we could save nearly half a mile by cutting across this field."
He swung open a gate opening out into a broad patch of land, and Ida rode in.
[CHAPTER V.]
"I see a light glimmering in a window a short distance away. I will take you there, and walk back to the village to get some kind of a conveyance."
In a few moments they found themselves knocking for admission at the little cottage from whence they had observed the light.
His impatient knock brought a white, terrified face to a window which was opened above.