"Kate Caynsard was out in her catboat a day like this.

It was suicide if I hadn't reached her in time." "You--did reach her in time ?" the young man asked quickly.
Andrew turned to face the questioner, and the eyes of the brothers met.
Again the differences between them seemed to be suddenly and marvellously accentuated.

Andrew's cheeks, bronzed and hardened with a life spent wholly out of doors, were glistening still with the salt water which dripped down from his hair and hung in sparkling globules from his beard.

Cecil was paler than ever; there was something almost furtive in that swift insistent look.

Perhaps he recognized something of what was in the other's mind.