For things could not go on this way for ever, and she saw no
way out.
She dropped her outer things by a bush, and let herself quietly down the
rocks and into the water, and the black-faced woman who presently stood
by that bush snarled curses after her and was filled with unholy
exultation. For Nance could have only one reason for going across there,
and on the morrow the men should hear of it, and she would give them no
rest till Gard was made an end of.
What that thing was that they had brought home, she did not know, but
they were fools to be satisfied with that when the man they had gone
after was undoubtedly still on the rock.
So she sat down by Nance's gown and cloak, and revolved schemes for her
discomfiture and the undoing of Stephen Gard.
CHAPTER XXXIII
HOW HOPE CAME ONCE AGAIN
Nance found the passage of the Race more trying then ever before. The
strain of these latter days had been very great, and the thought of
Bernel tended to unnerve her.
On the other hand, the knowledge that Gard had outwitted the whole
strength of the Island cheered and braced her, and she struggled
valiantly through the broken waters till at last she hung panting on the
black ledge where she was in the habit of landing.
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