And Jean's face looked thinner, and the hollows under his eyes were deeper.
All that day the sky hung heavy and dark with cloud, and the water was rough.

Early in the afternoon the wind rose again, and Croisset ran alongside them to suggest that they go ashore.

He spoke to Philip, but Josephine interrupted quickly: "We must go on, Jean," she demanded.

"If it is not impossible we must reach Adare House to-night." "It will be late--midnight," replied Jean.

"And if it grows rougher--" A dash of spray swept over the bow into the girl's face.
"I don't care for that," she cried.