He saw her pass the lighted windows and open a door.

Into the yellow radiance she flashed and disappeared.

A minute more and the bulky form of Eben Hammond, lantern in hand, a sou'wester on his head and his shoulders working themselves into an oilskin coat, burst out of the door and hurriedly limped down toward the shore.

On the threshold, framed in light, stood his ward, gazing after him.

And the minister gazed at her.
From the bay came the sound of oars in row-locks.