But look here, sir"-- eagerly--"it's a good thing, I'm thinking, for her spirits are high when she rides in fine weather, and she's more ready for games and plays, and thinking of pleasure.

She's gone on the west shore, round by the light, for O'Shea he looked at the tracks.

Do you get your horse and ride after, where you see her tracks in the sand." Caius went.

He mounted his horse and rode down upon the western shore.
He found the track, and galloped upon it.

The tide was low; the ice was far from shore; the highway, smoothed by the waves, was firm and good.
Caius galloped to the end of the island where the light was, where the sealing vessels lay round the base of the lighthouse, and out upon the dune, and still the print of her horse's feet went on in front of him.
It was not the first time that he and she had been upon the dune together.
A mile, two miles, three; he rode at an easy pace, for now he knew that he could not miss the rider before him.