"Yes, ma'am."
"I'm new to these parts," said the young woman, "and I'm trying to learn all the names I can master. Now, as for this telegram, you may take it or leave it, just as you will. What are you going to do? I want to close the office now and go home to tea."
"We'll take it," said Sandy Rowl. "Eh, Tommy?"
"Ay."
"An' we'll deliver it as soon as we're able. It may be the night. It may not be. What say t' that, Tommy?"
"We'll take it across."
With that the young woman handed the sealed envelope to Tommy Lark and bade them both goodnight.
Tommy Lark thrust the telegram in his waistcoat pocket and buttoned his jacket. Both men turned to the path to the crest of Black Cliff, whence a lesser foot-path led to the shore of the sea.
"One o' the two of us," said Sandy Rowl, "is named in that telegram. I'm sure of it."