William sighed and looked round the pier. There was an old gentleman fishing at the end of it, his back turned invitingly to William. In half-an-hour he had caught one small fish (which he had had to return as under the age limit) and a bunch of seaweed. William felt that here was a wasted life; a life, however, which a sudden kick and a heroic rescue by W. Bales might yet do something to justify. At the Paddington Baths, a month ago, he had won a plate-diving competition; and, though there is a difference between diving for plates and diving for old gentlemen, he was prepared to waive it. One kick and then ... Fame! And, not only Fame, but the admiration of Angelina Spratt. It was perhaps as well for the old gentleman--who was really quite worthy, and an hour later caught a full-sized whiting--that Miss Spratt spoke at this moment. "Well, you're good company, I must say," she observed to William. "It's so hot," said William. "You can't say I asked to come here." "Let's go on the beach," said William desperately. "We can find a shady cave or something." Fate was against him; there was to be no rescue that day. "I'm sure I'm agreeable," said Miss Spratt. They walked in silence along the beach, and, rounding a corner of the cliffs, they came presently to a cave. In earlier days W. Bales could have done desperate deeds against smugglers there, with Miss Spratt looking on. Alas for this unromantic age! It was now a place for picnics, and a crumpled sheet of newspaper on the sand showed that there had been one there that very afternoon. They sat in a corner of the cave, out of the sun, out of sight of the sea, and William prepared to renew his efforts as a conversationalist. In the hope of collecting a few ideas as to what the London clubs were talking about he picked up the discarded newspaper, and saw with disgust that it was the local _Herald_. But just as he threw it down, a line in it caught his eye and remained in his mind---- "_High tide to-day--3.30._" William's heart leapt. He looked at his watch; it was 2.30. In one hour the waves would be dashing remorselessly into the cave, would be leaping up the cliff, what time he and Miss Spratt---- Suppose they were caught by the tide.... Meanwhile the lady, despairing of entertainment, had removed her hat. "Really," she said, "I'm that sleepy--I suppose the tide's safe, Mr. Bales?" It was William's chance. "Quite, quite safe," he said earnestly. "It's going down hard." "Well, then, I almost think----" She closed her eyes. "Wake me up when you've thought of something really funny, Mr. Bales." William was left alone with Romance. He went out of the cave and looked round. The sea was still some way out, but it came up quickly on this coast. In an hour ... in an hour.... He scanned the cliffs, and saw the ledge whither he would drag her. She would cling to him crying, calling him her rescuer....