"Hush!"
Dolly moaned.
"Ay, Joe?"
"Tommy's but a wee feller. I'm wonderin' if he——"
The woman was confident. "He'll make it," she whispered.
"Ay; but if he's delayed——"
"He was there afore dusk. An' Doctor Luke got underway across the Bight——"
"He'll not come by the Bight!"
"He'll come by the Bight. I knows that man. He'll come by the Bight—an' he'll——"
"Pray not!"