Then he scrambled to his feet with a wild cry, and made for the path down the cliffs to the pool.

It was some distance from where he was, but there was no shorter way.

He rushed recklessly along the cliff edge till he reached it, and climbed down.
It was there he found her.
She was lying limp and motionless on the edge of the pool, and the receding tide was still lapping over the shelf of the rock where the sea had flung her.
Thalassa dropped on his knees beside her.

"Sisily, Sisily!" he cried hoarsely--"It's me--Thalassa!" He stooped over her, calling her repeatedly, but she did not reply.

Her face showed still and white in the moonlight.