The water lapped mysteriously in front of them with an occasional gurgling chuckle.

The ripples danced far out in the moonlight.
It was a glorious night, with a keenness in the air that was like the touch of steel.
Violet drew her cloak more closely about her.

She felt very cold.
Someone came and battered at the door.

"I'm sure they're here," cried a voice.
"They can't be," said another.

"The place is locked, and there's no key." "Bet you it's on the inside!" persisted the first, and a match was lighted and held to the lock.
The man inside laughed under his breath.