From the point the shore curved away, more and more to the south and west, until at last it disclosed a cove within the cove, a little land-locked harbour, the water level as a pond, broken only by tiny ripples where vagrant breaths and wisps of the storm hurtled down from over the frowning wall of rock that backed the beach a hundred feet inshore.
Here were no seals whatever.

The boat's stern touched the hard shingle.
I sprang out, extending my hand to Maud.

The next moment she was beside me.

As my fingers released hers, she clutched for my arm hastily.

At the same moment I swayed, as about to fall to the sand.