"She was seen running towards this place, half an hour before I got here from the house," he said to Yolland.

"Some time has passed since then.

Call it, altogether, an hour ago.

How high would the water be, at that time, on this side of the rocks ?" He pointed to the south side--otherwise, the side which was not filled up by the quicksand.
"As the tide makes to-day," said the fisherman, "there wouldn't have been water enough to drown a kitten on that side of the Spit, an hour since." Sergeant Cuff turned about northward, towards the quicksand.
"How much on this side ?" he asked.
"Less still," answered Yolland.

"The Shivering Sand would have been just awash, and no more." The Sergeant turned to me, and said that the accident must have happened on the side of the quicksand.