"Here she is!" cried Paul.
And there was Cicely, sitting close under the bank in the deepest
shadow. She did not move; Paul lifted her in his arms.
"The moon is under a cloud now," she explained, in a whispering voice;
"as soon as it comes out, I shall see Ferdie over there on the opposite
shore, and I shall call to him. "Don't let that fire go out, I haven't
another match; he will need the light as a guide."
"She thinks she is on Singleton Island!" said Eve;--"the night we got
away."
Her tone was joyous.