excitement. Her warm flesh chilled as the moisture embraced her
limbs; but her heart was light, for O'Neil's strong arm encircled
her, and her body lay against his.

After a long time he spoke. "See! It's coming up!" he said.

She felt no increase in the wind, but she noted that particles of
sand and tiny pebbles from the beach were flying with the salt
raindrops. Her muscles began to tremble from the constant effort
at resistance, and she was relieved when Murray looked about for
a place of refuge. She pointed to a pile of bridge timbers, but
he shook his head.

"They'll go flying if this keeps up." He dragged her into the
shelter of a little knoll. Here the blasts struck them with
diminished force, the roaring in their ears grew less, and the
labor of breathing was easier.

Rousing himself from his thoughts, the man said, gently:

"Poor kid! You must be cold."

"I'm freezing. But--please don't send me back." The face that met
his was supplicating; the eyes were bluer than a spring day. He
patted her dripping shoulder.

"Not until you're ready."

"This is grander than our trip past the glacier. That was merely
dangerous, but this--means something."