She drew away, flicked the horse with her whip and drove on.

Had she been used, she wondered, to lure this poor helpless youth to the sequestered village where they stayed ?--and a chill struck through her even on that day of July.

The plot had been carefully laid if that were so; she was to be hoodwinked no less than Wallie Hine.

What sinister thing was then intended?
She tried to shake off the dread which encompassed her, pleading to herself that she saw perils in shadows like the merest child.

But she had not yet shaken it off when Walter Hine cried out excitedly to her to stop.
"Look!" he said, and he pointed toward an hotel upon the sea-front which at that moment they were passing.
Sylvia looked, and saw obsequiously smirking upon the steps of the hotel, with his hat lifted from his shiny head, her old enemy, Captain Barstow.
Fortunately she had not stopped.