She remembered his errand.

Being an eminently sensible young woman she made no protest, even forcing herself to tie the strings beneath her chin.
When they reached the sands she caught sight of the pile of clothes and the broken woodwork, with the small heaps of valuables methodically arranged.

The harmless subterfuge did not deceive her.

She darted a quick look of gratitude at her companion.

How thoughtful he was! After a fearful glance around she was reassured, though she wondered what had become of--them.
"I see you have been busy," she said, nodding towards the clothes and boots.
It was his turn to steal a look of sharp inquiry.