She gazed at him strangely, with so much love in her face he felt she must be ill.
"This is no place for you," he said firmly. "Here among strangers. You'll be lonely. I can't look after you."
"They aren't strangers. Oh, please go back before you find out."
This was all senseless and annoying; yet he was sorry for her too. I know what's the matter with her, he thought. He accused her of it.
"No, no!" she said piteously. "No, Martin. Not that. I nearly did, but not really."
"I dare say it wasn't your fault," he said; and then, remembering a useful phrase, "You'll have to excuse me now." He saw Mr. Granville approaching down the sandy ravine. "Here's one of them coming."
"Tell me," she said quickly. "Do you like them?"
"Why, yes, they're nice. They're a bit queer. They seem to worry about things.—They like me," he added proudly.
He could see Mr. Granville waving to them to take shelter in the cabin. The bay was already scarred with the onset of the squall.
"Hurry!" Martin said. "Come on, we'll wait in the bath house until the storm's over." They
