Gregory was in a cold sweat of apprehension.
"Too much storm," said Maka doubtfully. "I go home now, and put rocks on the church roof."
"Five minutes won't matter," said Madge.
Again Gregory trembled.
"More better I go home quick," said Maka. "No rocks, no roof!"
The boat shoved off, the crew striking up a song. Madge seemed to remain standing at the gangway where they had left her. Gregory felt by instinct that she was gazing at the Northern Light, and that as she gazed she sighed; that she was lost in reverie and was loath to go below.
He rose stiffly from his hiding place. Even as he did so it came over him that he was extraordinarily tired—so tired that he swayed as he stood and looked at her.
"Madge!" he said in almost a whisper. "Madge!"
She turned instantly, paling as she saw who confronted her.
"Greg!" she cried.