His faith in his own luck was as profound as his faith in the girl at his side.

And the tumult in his veins that night was such as to make him insensible of danger.

The roar of the rising tide exhilarated him.

He walked with the stride of a conqueror, free and unafraid, his face to the sea.
Unerringly she led him, but she did not speak again until they had made the passage and the treacherous morass of sand was left behind.
Then, with a deep breath, she stopped.

"Now we are safe!" "Weren't we safe before ?" he asked carelessly.
Her eyes sought his; she gave a little shiver.