" But she would
not even look at him, much less answer. As there were other
gentlemen present, he started for his bath-house, but had
proceeded but a little way up the beach before a cry brought him
to the water's edge instantly.
"Something is wrong with Miss Van Tyne," cried half a dozen
voices. "She ventured out recklessly, and it seems as if she
couldn't get back."
At that moment her form rose on the crest of a wave, and above the
thunder of the surf came her faint cry, "Help!"
The other bathers stood irresolute, for she was dangerously far
out, and the tide had evidently turned. Ackland, on the contrary,
dashed through the breakers and then, in his efforts for speed,
dived through the waves nearest to the shore. When he reached the
place where he expected to find her he saw nothing for a moment or
two but great crested billows that every moment were increasing in
height under the rising wind. For a moment he feared that she had
perished, and the thought that the beautiful creature had met her
death so suddenly and awfully made him almost sick and faint.
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