"We have not far to go," Clif said. "And we will soon be safe."
The two halted for a moment at the doorway of the hut and gazed out.
In the faint gray light they could not make out the line of the shore beyond, but they heard the noise of the breakers and knew that it was not far away.
And so half carrying his friend, Clif set out in the direction of the sound. Once only he turned again.
That was to take a parting look in the direction he knew Lieutenant Hernandez to be.
But he could make out only a dim line of woods behind him. No one could be seen, and the place was lonely and silent and gray.
But Clif fancied those quiet eyes were watching him from the distance.
There was no time to be lost, however, for no one knew when they might chance to meet with some of the enemy; they were in the midst of a thickly settled country.
And so they made their way swiftly down to the shore.
There they found a rowboat, drawn up on the beach a little beyond them. Clif was startled to see a figure standing by it.