VANISHING INTO THIN AIR Left by himself Harry had stood, at first, motionless, or nearly so.

He strained his hearing in trying to detect any unusual sound of the night, since it was so dark that vision would not aid him much.
There was nothing, however, but the mournful sighing of the wind and the lapping of the waves.

It seemed to Hazelton that the wind was growing gradually more brisk and the waves larger, but he was not sure of that until the water commenced splashing across his shoes.

The footway on the masonry became more slippery in consequence.
"With these rocks well wet down I wouldn't care much about having to run back to the land," muttered Harry, dryly.

"However, I won't have to go back on my own feet.