Clearly they had gone this way.

On she went to the point of the little headland, sheer over the water.

There was nothing to be seen, not a single vestige of Bill and Johnnie.
Aimlessly enough she leant forward and stared over the rocky wall, and down into the clear water, and then started back with a little cry.
No wonder that she started, for there on the sand, beneath a fathom and a half of quiet water, lay the bodies of the two ill-fated men.

They were locked in each other's arms, and lay as though they were asleep upon that ocean bed.

How they came to their end she never knew.