Instead she turned and struck out in silence.

Against the tide, even there, the pull was tremendous.
"Shall I help you ?" he asked.
"No, I can make it." And she did.

It was his turn to be surprised into admiration.
"By Jove!" he panted, as they swung into the quiet water of the cove and stood erect in the shallows, "that was great! You are a good swimmer." "Thank you," she answered, breathlessly.

"It WAS a tug, wasn't it?
Thank you for warning me.

Now tell me about the dangerous places, please." He told her, repeating Seth's tales of the tide's strength.
"But it is safe enough here ?" she asked.
"Oh, yes! perfectly safe anywhere this side of the narrow part--the creek." "I'm so glad.