“He lifted his head and blinked, dazzled by a confusion of greens and whites and blues that resolved into the beach and grove in the full light of noon. His head burned; he had a raging thirst. He sat up. Sejanus had crawled far enough forward to be lying in the shade. Mr. Tudeley was curled on his side under a palm tree, clutching a coconut to his bosom. Both men were snoring. John looked around for Mrs. Waverly. He saw only a line of footprints trailing away up the beach. “Oi!” He scra...mbled to his feet. Sejanus lifted his head and looked around. Mr. Tudeley sat up blearily. “Where’s she got to?” They followed the footprints down the beach. “Doesn’t look as though she was carried off by anyone,” said Sejanus. “She wasn’t running, either.” “What would she run off for?” said John, thinking uneasily of Tom’s letter and the four thousand pounds. “Where do you suppose we are?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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