This suspense was even worse to endure than the certainty of danger.
Oppressed by it, the two girls clasped each other by the hand, raising their united voices in a cry for deliverance: “Help! Help!”
Chapter Four.
“Help! Help!”
Their cry of distress ascended to the summit of the cliff.
It was heard; and by one who had lately listened to the same voices, speaking in tones of the sweetest contentment.
It was he who carried the gun.
After scrambling up the gorge, he had faced northward in the direction of Easton’s Beach; for the reason only that this was his nearest way to the hotel.