Penny Dreadfuls, 1887 · page 218 of 267
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A SEVERE THREAT, fil where you have left the Undine; even though the water may have arisen about it, I can make my way to the boat. We had better make haste, too, for there is a storm rising ; that accounts for the tide coming in so rapidly—the wind sends it upon the shore.” She led him on to where the Undine had been fastened, then paused, and a low cry of horror and despair burst from her white lips; for the boat was gone. Carelessly secured, the wind and the rising water had borne it away, and it was already far Out at sea. For a moment they stood there in perfect silence; then Howard forced a smile to his anxious face. | ‘‘Don't be discouraged, Miss Kittie,” he cried; *‘I do not believe that the island is ever entirely submerged. And, you know, I expect a boat to come for me, directly ; besides, even if the lad forgets or fails to keep his appointment, Hal will certainly miss you and come for you.” | ‘‘True !” and Kittie’s face brightened. ‘‘ How stupid in me. Some one will surely be here before long.” Still no one came, no voice answered their frantic cries, for the wind was dead against them. It was a terrible predicament. Howard began to see dimly that the whole night might pass before help could be sum- moned, even z/ they escaped drowning, and his heart ached for the girl at his side, who, through no fault of her own, would be so seriously compromised. He might swim to the shore to ob- tain assistance, but the distance was so great, and he was a stranger, and feared that he might never reach the shore; be- sides he could not leave Kittie alone on the island to her fate. She might be drowned ere he could return with help. * * * *K * * * ‘* Kittie |” he said, softly, ‘‘look !” She sprang to her feet, and peered through the shadows. The cold, dark water was breaking in tiny ripples against her (e(0) =) Eomichooks