-boat was pushed off and manned, for
even Harry was feeling subdued.

'It's all right, Neil,' said Marjorie as the boat landed and Neil
looked inquiringly for the others; 'they've been kept at home by their
father. We'll land you at the Skegness Cliffs as there's least chance
of being seen there.'

The passage was accomplished without incident, but as Neil stood up to
spring ashore Hamish uttered an exclamation and pointed to the top of
the cliff. All looked up. A man was standing on the verge, and
looking down.

'It's Andrew MacPeters again,' said Hamish.

'Let's land somewhere else,' said Marjorie.

'No use, Miss Marjorie,' said Neil. 'If he means ill by me he will
give the alarm; it will be better for me to be landing while there iss
still a chance. I'm not afraid if I only have him to deal with.'

He stood up once more, then turned to the others. 'Remember,' he said,
'whatever happens, my mother iss to be told that I haf left the island.
Miss Marjorie, you promise?'

'I promise,' answered Marjorie; then Neil sprang on shore and vanished
behind a mass of rock.

For a minute or two they remained looking up at the cliff, but nothing
was to be seen of Andrew MacPeters; then they rowed slowly back to the
place where the Craft had been moored.

'Well?' said Allan and Reggie, who met them half-way on the road to
Ardnavoir.

The others gave a brief account of what had taken place.

'Bad luck,' said Allan when they had described the encounter with
Andrew MacPeters. 'I'd back Neil against Andrew any day; he won't
interfere with Neil himself, but then the fellow's quite capable of
giving the alarm to the police.'

They wandered disconsolately a little farther.

'It seems horrid to have to give Mrs. Macdonnell that message,' said
Marjorie; 'but it will have to be done, I suppose, since we promised.'

'Yes, Marjorie,' said Hamish, 'it will have to be done. It would be
enough to kill her if she knew that Neil was in danger.'

Who was to be entrusted with the message? Every one looked at
Marjorie, who became red and looked unhappy as she realised what was
expected of her.

'You will have to do it,' said Allan.

'Me?' said Marjorie; 'no, you go, Allan.'

'No,' said Allan decidedly; 'it's not the kind of thing for a fellow.
It needs a girl, so it will have to be you.'

'Allan is quite right, Marjorie,' joined in Hamish; 'there is no one
but you who can do it. Mind you don't let her see that you are