Then his glance fell anxiously on the children.
"Teddy and Pauly," he said, "promise me that you will both play on this one bit of sand, and not go in the water till I come back." They promised, staring bewildered at their father.
In another moment Lord Newhaven was tearing through the brushwood that fringed the water's edge.
As he neared the boat-house he saw another figure trying to shove out the remaining boat.
It was Doll.

Lord Newhaven pushed her off and jumped in.
Doll was almost speechless.

His breath came in long gasps.

The sweat hung on his forehead.

He pointed to the black, upturned boat.
"This one leaks," said Lord Newhaven, sharply.
"It's got to go all the same, and sharp," said Doll, hoarsely.
Lord Newhaven seized up a fishing-tin and thrust it into Doll's hands.
"You bale while I row," he said, and he rowed as he had never rowed before.
"Who is it ?" he said, as the boat shot out into the open.
Doll was baling like a madman.
"Scarlett," he said.