"It does not seem possible that I have been here a week. It has been a
long time since I enjoyed myself so thoroughly. Have you ever wondered
what has become of the other man?"

"The other man?"

"Yes; the other one in or outside the chimney. I've been thinking
about him this long while. Hasn't it occurred to you that he may have
other devices?"

"If he has he will find that he has waited too long. But I would like
to know how he found out. You see," triumphantly, "he believed that
there is one." She shook the rein, for the sleek mare was nozzling her
shoulder and pawing slightly, "Let us be off."

She put her small booted foot on his palm and vaulted into the saddle,
and he swung on to his mount. He stuffed his cap into a pocket, for he
was no fair-weather horseman, but loved the tingle of the wind rushing
through his hair; and the two cantered down the clear sandy road.

"_En avant_!" she cried joyously, with a light stroke of her whip.

For half a mile they ran and drew in at the fork in the road.
Exhilaration was in the eyes of both of them.

"There's nothing equal to it. You feel alive. And off there," with a
wave of the whip toward the sea, "off there lies our fortunes. O happy
day! to take part in a really truly adventure, without the assistance
of a romancer!"