Ann twisted round within the circle of the arms which held her and peered up at the face of their owner. A flickering gleam of light revealed a small white scar high up on the left cheek-bone.
“You!” she exclaimed under her breath. “Is it you?”
“Yes.” She could detect a note of amusement in the voice that came to her through the dusk. “Your creed has proved false, you see. I expected nothing—and here I am with an altogether charming adventure.”
“I shouldn’t describe it quite like that,” she answered ruefully.
“No? But then you’ve lost a boat, whereas I’ve gained a passenger. Our points of view are different.”
The arms which held her had not relaxed their hold, and she stirred restlessly, suddenly acutely conscious of their embrace. Instantly she felt herself released.
“Will you be all right?” came in a cool voice.
“Oh, yes—yes.” Ann stammered a little. “This is a very steady boat, isn’t it?”—wonderingly.
“It’s a motor-boat, that’s why.”
Now that the uproar occasioned by the accident had died away, she could hear the soft purring of an engine forward.