"She's seen us--she's coming in.

They'll have to send off a boat.

Let's get down to the beach, so that they'll know where there's a safe landing." He sprang over the edge of the cliff and hurried down the rough path; Chatfield, picking up his coat and shawl, prepared to follow him; Audrey and Copplestone lingered until he, too, had begun to lumber downward.
"If that is the _Pike_," said Audrey, "there is something--wrong.

Whoever it is that is on the _Pike_ wouldn't come back to take us!" "You think there is somebody on the _Pike_--somebody other than Andrius ?" suggested Copplestone.
"I believe the man who calls himself Marston Greyle was on the _Pike_," announced Audrey.

"I've always thought so.