The place where I was born.”
And then, as if the island home were but a beautiful dream, the moonlight faded, leaving all in darkness.
Once again Red Rodgers took up the oars and they glided onward over the dark mysterious waters of the night.
It was strange, this passing on and on into the unknown. Water and air seemed to meet. Did they ride in air or on water? What could it matter?
Only the rough outline of tree tops served to guide him. Off to the right a tiny island loomed for a time, then faded into the night.
Before them some wild creature swam. Was it duck or beaver? Who could say? Nothing appeared to matter. All was swallowed up in the mystery of the night.
Then, by a sudden flash of light, all was changed.
“There!” the girl whispered. “There, to the left, is the dock!”
A moment more and they glided silently alongside the narrow platform.
“Tie up here.” The girl stepped from the boat.