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“If you catch me before I reach that rock, perhaps I will say ‘Yes,'” was her unexpected answer; and before her lover caught her meaning, she was floating leisurely away.

Frank was not in bathing-costume, and Debby never dreamed that he would take her at her word; but she did not know the man she had to deal with; for, taking no second thought, he flung hat and coat away, and dashed into the sea. This gave a serious aspect to Debby’s foolish jest. A feeling of dismay seized her, when she saw a resolute face dividing the waves behind her, and thought of the rash challenge she had given; but she had a spirit of her own, and had profited well by Mr. Joe’s instructions: so she drew a long breath, and swam as if for life, instead of love. Evan was incumbered by his clothing, and Debby had much the start of him; but, like a second Leander, he hoped to win his Hero, and, lending every muscle to the work, gained rapidly upon the little hat which was his beacon through the foam. Debby heard the deep breathing drawing nearer and nearer, as her pursuer’s strong arms cleft the water and sent it rippling past her lips, something like terror took possession of her; for the strength seemed going out of her limbs, and the rock appeared to recede before her; but the unconquerable blood of the Pilgrims was in her veins, and “Nil desperandum” her motto; so, setting her teeth, she muttered, defiantly,–

“I’ll not be beaten, if I go to the bottom!”

A great splashing arose, and when Evan recovered the use of his eyes, the pagoda-hat had taken a sudden turn, and seemed making for the farthest point of the goal. “I am sure of her now,” thought Frank; and, like a gallant seagod, he bore down upon his prize, clutching it with a shout of triumph. But the hat was empty, and like a mocking echo came Debby’s laugh, as she climbed, exhausted, to a cranny in the rock.

“A very neat thing, by Jove! Deuse take me if you a’n’t ‘an honor to your teacher, and a terror to the foe,’ Miss Wilder,” cried Mr. Joe, as he came up from a solitary cruise and dropped anchor at her side. “Here, bring along the hat, Evan; I’m going to crown the victor with apropriate what-d’ye-call-’ems,” he continued, pulling a handful of sea-weed that looked like well-boiled greens.

Frank came up, smiling; but his lips were white, and in his eye a look Debby could not meet; so, being full of remorse, she naturally assumed an air of gayety, and began to sing the merriest air she knew, merely because she longed to throw herself upon the stones and cry violently.

“It was ‘most as exciting as a regatta, and you pulled well, Evan; but you had too much ballast aboard, and Miss Wilder ran up false colors just in time to save her ship. What was the wager?” asked the lively Joseph, complacently surveying his marine millinery, which would have scandalized a fashionable mermaid.

“Only a trifle,” answered Debby, knotting up her braids with a revengeful jerk.

“It’s taken the wind out of your sails, I fancy, Evan, for you look immensely Byronic with the starch minus in your collar and your hair in a poetic toss. Come, I’ll try a race with you; and Miss Wilder will dance all the evening with the winner. Bless the man, what’s he doing down there? Burying sunfish, hey?”

Frank had been sitting below them on a narrow strip of sand, absently piling up a little mound that bore some likeness to a grave. As his companion spoke, he looked at it, and a sudden flush of feeling swept across his face, as he replied,–

“No, only a dead hope.”

“Deuse take it, yes, a good many of that sort of craft founder in these waters, as I know to my sorrow;” and, sighing tragically. Mr. Joe turned to help Debby from her perch, but she had glided silently into the sea, and was gone.