Something was wrong. Someone dear to
him was in danger. He could not have said how he knew this; but know
it he did, and resolved then and there to pay call upon those he
loved. Though he was still far from well, and fully realized the risk,
this instinctive sense would not be overruled. He now found it as
impossible to remain in the cottage as it had previously been to
leave.
He thanked the fisherman for all that he had done, and promised to
send word to him, or come himself, as soon as he knew that all was
well. And he promised to be careful. The veteran was concerned: his
experience had taught him the inadvisability of haste. But seeing the
intensity of the younger man's face he could only wish him well, and
after he had gone, say a silent prayer for him in his own fashion.
The wheels of fate were turning. Events were in God's hands now.
* * *
Mary wandered aimlessly across the high plateau toward the sea,
feeling lost and miserable. As she walked she watched the fog rise
slowly and evaporate, along with all faith in herself.
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