CHAPTER XX
With the going down of that day's sun a long, heavy swell, accompanied by the lightest of breezes, set in from the southwest. It was an ominous sign to Lavelle, nor could he conceal this thought when he carried Emily's evening meal to her. She asked him to bring his food and eat it in the tent entrance.
The castaways ate their pitiable rations in silence, but before this short time passed the island was moving in concert with the heave of the sea.
A shocking, sense-stunning crash where a part of the western cliff slithered down into the deep sounded the end of the meal. While the roar was dying away the eyes of the man and woman met and held in a glance of understanding.
"This is—is the end?" Emily asked in a low voice.
"I think—it is not very far off, little woman," he ans
