He had ceased to row, but the boat still shot forward, impelled by the last powerful sweep of the oars, the water streaming past in a rush of foam.
Slowly, like the hammer-strokes of a deep-toned bell, came Rufus's voice in answer.

"It wasn't to show you anything I brought you here.

It was just to tell you something." "Really ?" Knight's interest was thoroughly aroused.

He became alert to the finger-tips.

There was something in the deliberate utterance that conveyed a sense of danger.