Like shadows they moved up the stream between two black walls of forest.

A steadily increasing excitement, a feeling that he was upon the eve of strange events, grew stronger in Philip.

His arms and back ached, his legs were cramped, the last of his splendid strength had been called upon in the fight with wind and seas, but he forgot this exhaustion in anticipation of the hour that was drawing near.

He knew that Adare House would reveal to him things which Josephine had not told him.

She had said that it would, and that he would hate her then.
That they were burying themselves deeper into the forest he guessed by the lessening of the wind.
Half an hour passed, and in that time his companion did not move or speak.