THE DEVIL'S KITCHEN 85 



showers of spray, the horror of it would be for a 

 bold imagination to conceive. 



Even to-day, in its best mood, it was not a 

 place to linger in. 



" Now I've brought you in," said Mr Giveen, his 

 voice finding echoes in the darkness, " and what 

 will you give me to bring you out? " 



" Nothing. Turn the boat. I don't like the 

 place. Turn the boat, I say! " She stamped on 

 the bottom boards, and her voice came back to her 

 ears with a horrible cavernous sound, as did the 

 laughter of Mr Giveen. 



He turned the boat so that she was fronting the 

 arch of hght at the entrance; but he did not row 

 towards it. Instead, he began rocking the boat 

 from side to side in a boyish and larky way that 

 literally brought the heart of Miss Grimshaw into 

 her mouth. 



" Stop it! " she cried. " We'll be upset! Oh, 

 I'll tell Mr French ! Stop it ! Do, please — please 

 stop it! " 



" Well, what will you give me if I stop it? 

 Come, now; don't be shy. You know what I 

 mean. What will you give me? " 



" Anything you hke." 



" Then we'll make it a kiss? " 



" Yes — anything ! Only take me out of this." 



" Two kisses? " asked Mr Giveen, pulhng in his 

 oars and making to come aft. 



"Twenty! Only not here. You'll upset the 

 boat. DonH stand up ! You'll upset us! " 



