The storm died away with the coming of evening, but a great sea still broke upon the island beach and floated up the estuary.

Andrew stood outside his door and looked across toward the mainland with a perplexed frown.

It was barely a hundred yards crossing, but it was certain that no boat could live for half the distance.

Jeanne, who had recovered her spirits, stood by his side, and smiled as she saw the white crested waves come rolling up.
"It is beautiful, this," she declared.

"Do you not love to feel the spray on your cheeks, Mr.Andrew?
And how salt it smells, and fresh!" "That is all very well," Andrew answered, "but I am wondering how we are going to get over to the other side there." "I do not think," she answered, "that it will be possible for a long, long time.