pretty and smart-looking maid. Her blue-black hair was tied up in a yellow handkerchief, and her feet were bare and beautifully shaped. As she passed her two companions, the younger man followed her with his eyes. The Jew was writing or making some calculations in a note-book and did not look up. The girl threw a quick glance toward Sir James, which was observed by her friend, who scowled.
"Jealous brute, the cubby-faced beggar," drawled Sir James. "Did you see that look? How he'd like to slide a knife into me for presuming to tub in the same ocean with the beauty! Oh, I say, old chap, look at her! Isn't she stunning!"
"She makes the sea look quite dingy," Dallas admitted.
The maid had taken her peignoir, and the girl was standing at the water's edge, her superb figure cut sharp and pure against the vivid background of the sea, ruffled by the strong land breeze to a deeptoned ultramarine which was necked with wisps of snowy spray. Her arms and legs were bare, and the rich sunlight lent to the flesh tints something of its saffron tone. As if against her will, she glanced back over her shoulder at Sir James, then gave a little involuntary toss of her chin, which caused the two young men to look at each other with a smile.
"Then tuck yourself into the water if you hate so to be admired," muttered Dallas, and perhaps his thought reached the girl, for she waded rapidly down the steep beach and, plunging in, began to swim seaward. Sir James watched her and tugged thoughtfully at his wiry mustache.
"I wonder if she knows about the offshore current," he said.
"Don't worry. She's bound across for Ramsgate."
There were some women and children bathing, and a few people sitting here and there about the beach. Near by, a big fishing-boat was hauled up, and a man was caulking her seams. Dallas observed that he had stopped work and was watching the girl, who was swimming steadily seaward. Higher up on the beach were some other and larger boats, but the place was an open roadstead, with no inlet for miles, and there were no boats in the water.
"She is getting too far out," observed Sir James. "Believe I'll swim out and warn her. But you'd better tell her friends to call her back."
He rose lightly to his feet and waded down the beach. Dallas hailed the two men who had been with the girl.
"Beg pardon," said he, "but I think that you had better warn Madame not to swim so far out. There is a strong offshore current at this tide."
The big Jew swung sharply about and stared first at Dallas, then seaward toward the girl.
