He drew a deep hard breath, and began to mount.
It was only a few feet to the top as he had said, but the climb seemed to her unending.

She was conscious throughout that his endurance was being put to the utmost test, and only by the most complete passivity could she help him.
But he never faltered, and finally--just when she had begun to wonder if this awful nightmare of danger could ever cease--she found herself set down upon the dewy grass that covered the top of the cliff.

The scent of the gorse bushes came again to her and the far sweet call of the nightingale.

And she realized that the danger was past and she was back once more in the magic region of her summer dreams from which she had been so rudely flung.

She saw again the shimmering, wonderful sea and the ever-brightening stars.