Silly Hans was not with him, for both he and Madeleine had agreed that it was not necessary when they were going only for a row; and to-day all there was to do was to provide the lobster-pots with fresh bait for the night.
One after another the fishermen rowed out through the narrow entrance.
Each one had some mischievous joke to throw on board Per's boat, and more than once the annoying "Wait" was heard.

He began to lose his temper as he lay on his oars, gazing expectantly up at the lighthouse.
But there all was still.

The solid little building looked so quiet and well cared for in the bright sunshine, which shone on the polished window-panes and on the bright red top of the lantern, where he could see the lamp-trimmer going round on his little gallery, polishing the prisms.
At last, after what seemed endless waiting, she came out on to the steps, and in another moment she was across the yard, over the enclosure which belonged to the lighthouse, out through the little gate in the fence, and now she came in full career down the slope.

"Have you been waiting ?" she cried, as she came on to the extreme point of the breakwater.

He was just going to tell her not to jump, but it was too late; without lessening her speed, she had already sprung from the pier down into the boat.