On either side of the dyke was the water, black and silent.
Here and there the torch light showed them a fishing-smack or a catboat, high and dry a few hours ago, now floating on the bosom of the full tide.

They came to a stile, and Jeanne's courage once more failed her.
"I cannot climb over this," she said.

"I shall fall directly I lift up my feet." Kate turned round with a little laugh of contempt.

Jeanne felt herself suddenly lifted in a pair of strong arms.

Before she knew where she was she was on the other side.