CHAPTER VII.
THE GRAVE LADY.
The hills of Cloud Island were a fair sight to see in the moonlight.
When the traveller came close to them, the beach ended obviously in a sandy road which led up on the island.

There was a small white wooden house near the beach; there was candlelight within, but Caius took no notice of it.

The next building was a lighthouse, which stood three hundred yards farther on.

The light looking seaward was not visible.

He passed the distance swiftly, and no sooner were his feet level with the wall of the square wooden tower, than he turned about on the soft sandy road and faced the wind that had been racing with him, and looked.