Worst of all, the tides on the coast were swift and treacherous, and it well might happen that if she was wandering among the great rocks the sea would come in and drown her.

Indeed, again and again it seemed to me that I could hear her death-cry in the sob of the wind.
At length the dawn broke, and with it came Jan.

One glance at his face was enough for me.

"She is not dead ?" I gasped.
"I know not," he answered, "we have found nothing of her.

Give me brandy and another horse, for the sun rises, and I return to the search.