But if they don't know where you are, we stand an excellent chance of spending the night here." The gravity of what had first struck her as merely an amusing _contretemps_ suddenly presented itself to Sara.
"Oh!--!" She drew her breath in sharply.

"What--what on earth shall we do ?" "Do ?" Garth spoke with grim force.

"Why, you must be got off the island somehow.

If not, you're fair game for every venomous tongue in the town." "Would any one hear us from the shore if we shouted ?" she suggested.
He shook his head.
"No.

The sound would carry in the opposite direction to-day." "Then what _can_ we do ?" By this time the manifest anxiety in Trent's face was reflected in her own.