"Here's a side path, Miss Thorne," he said, abruptly, "that seems to

go down into the woods. Shall we explore? It won't be dark for an hour

yet."

They descended with some difficulty, since the way was not cleat, and

came into the woods at a point not far from the log across the path. "We

mustn't sit there any more," he observed, "or we'll fight. That's where

we were the other day, when you attempted to assassinate me."

"I didn't!" exclaimed Ruth indignantly.

"That rag does seem to be pretty dry," he said, apparently to himself.

"Perhaps, when we get to the sad sea, we can wet it, and so insure

comparative calm."

She laughed, reluctantly. The path led around the hill and down from the

highlands to a narrow ledge of beach that lay under the cliff. "Do you

want to drown me?" she asked. "It looks very much as if you intended to,

for this ledge is covered at high tide."

"You wrong me, Miss Thorne; I have never drowned anything."

His answer was lost upon her, for she stood on the beach, under the

cliff, looking at the water. The shimmering turquoise blue was slowly

changing to grey, and a single sea gull circled overhead.

He made two or three observations, to which Ruth paid no attention.

"My Lady Disdain," he said, with assumed anxiety, "don't you think we'd

better go on? I don't know what time the tide comes in, and I never

could look your aunt in the face if I had drowned her only relative."

"Very well," she replied carelessly, "let's go around the other way."

They followed the beach until they came to the other side of the hill,

but found no path leading back to civilisation, though the ascent could

easily be made.

"People have been here before," he said; "here are some initials cut

into this stone. What are they? I can't see."

Ruth stooped to look at the granite boulder he indicated. "J. H.," she

answered, "and J. B."

"It's incomplete," he objected; "there should be a heart with an arrow

run through it."

"You can fix it to suit yourself," Ruth returned, coolly, "I don't think

anybody will mind." She did not hear his reply, for it suddenly dawned

upon her that "J. H." meant Jane Hathaway.

They stood there in the twilight for some little time, watching the

changing colours on the horizon and then there was a faint glow on the

water from the cliff above. Ruth went out far enough to see that Hepsey

had placed the lamp in the attic window.

"It's time to go," she said, "inasmuch as we have to go back the way we

came."

They crossed to the other side and went back through the woods. It was

dusk, and they walked rapidly until they came to the log across the

path.




readonlinefreebook.com Copyright 2016 - 2024