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Rh they'll come back. We'll have to get ready for them. He flung down the rifle and turned to me.

"Anne! You beauty! You wonder! You little queen! As brave as a lion. Black-haired witch!"

He caught me in his arms. He kissed my hair, my eyes, my mouth.

"And now to business," he said, suddenly releasing me. "Get out those tins of paraffin."

I did as I was told. He was busy inside the hut. Presently I saw him on the roof of the hut, crawling along with something in his arms. He rejoined me in a minute or two.

"Go down to the boat. We'll have to carry it across the island to the other side."

He picked up the paraffin as I disappeared.

"They're coming back," I called softly. I had seen the blur moving out from the opposite shore.

He ran down to me.

"Just in time. Why—where the hell's the boat?"

Both had been cut adrift. Harry whistled softly.

"We're in a tight place, honey. Mind?"

"Not with you."

"Ah, but dying together's not much fun. We'll do better than that. See—they've got two boat-loads this time. Going to land at two different points. Now for my little scenic effect."

Almost as he spoke a long flame shot up from the hut. Its light illuminated two crouching figures huddled together on the roof.

"My old clothes—stuffed with rags—but they won't tumble to it for some time. Come, Anne, we've got to try desperate means."

Hand in hand, we raced across the island. Only a narrow channel of water divided it from the shore on that side.