I expect they'll soon arrive with Barbara." They waited for half-an-hour, and then, when the splash of paddles stole out of the dark, ran down to the beach.

Presently a double-ended bateau crossed the beam of light and grounded.

A young man helped Barbara out and gave her his arm.
"You mustn't bother, Harry.

I can walk all right," she said.
"Get hold," said Vernon.

"You're not going to walk.