In the whole expanse, no movement came but when a distant bird, leaving his philosophic pose, plunged downward after a fish.

Beyond them rose a shapeless mound or isle, like some half-organic monster grounded in his native ooze.
"There!" said the woman, pointing.

"Are you all excuses, like the others?
Or do you dare ?" "I am not afraid of anything--now," retorted Rudolph, and with truth, after the dash of their twilight encounter.

"Dare what ?" "Go see what's on that island," she answered.

"I dared them all.