The tide was coming in swiftly. Harriet saw the waves lapping hungrily at the sand as she scrambled awkwardly down the cliff path. Her progress was unsteady because Crane had his hand wrapped around her upper arm and his knife at the back of her neck.

When they reached the bottom of the path, Harriet looked down the length of the beach, praying that Gideon or Dobbs would turn around and see what was happening behind them. She could barely make out their retreating figures in the fitful moonlight.

"Remember, not a word out of you." Crane wrapped his arm around her throat again when they reached the beach. "I got more'n a knife. I got a pistol in my pocket. If you get away from the knife, I'll put a bullet into you. I swear it."

"If you fire your pistol the others will be bound to hear it," Harriet warned him. She was shivering with fear.

"Maybe. Maybe not. The waves are getting loud. Don't push me, Miss Pomeroy. Just keep moving. Hurry."

Harriet suddenly realized that she was not the only one shaking with fear. Crane was agitated, too. She could feel the tremors in his arm where it touched her throat. And she could smell the growing fear in him. He reeked of it.

It was more than the time factor that was making Crane anxious, she realized. She sensed that he was struggling with a terror of the caves themselves.

It was not an uncommon fear. As she had explained to Gideon, many people would not go into the caves.

Harriet glanced down and saw that the sea foam was already lapping at her boots. It gave her an idea.

"There is no time, Mr. Crane. You will be trapped in the caves. If you do not drown, you will end up spending the night in the very darkest cavern. I doubt that your lamp will stay lit very long. Just imagine the oppressive, crushing darkness, Mr. Crane. It will be like the Pit itself."

"Shut your damn mouth," Crane hissed.

"All the authorities will have to do is wait until morning when the tide retreats. You will rush straight out into their arms. Unless, of course, you have gotten lost in the caves. That is always a possibility. People have disappeared forever in these caves, Mr. Crane. Just think of the feeling of being trapped in the darkness."

"I can be in and out of that cavern in ten minutes I have a map. Move, woman."

Harriet heard the escalating tension in his voice. Crane was very frightened. He knew as well as she did that there was very little time left.

It would be his growing agitation that would provide her with an opportunity. Harriet tried to think quickly. It would be pitch-dark inside the outer cavern. Crane would need to stop and light a lamp. He would be nervous and his fingers would be unsteady. He would not be able to hold the knife to her throat while he lit the lamp.

If she moved swiftly, she could be into the corridor at the rear of the cave before he could drag the pistol out of his pocket and fire.

She glanced once more down the night-shrouded beach and knew a deep despair. Gideon and the others were very far away now and getting farther away by the second.

If she screamed quite loudly Gideon might still be able to hear her above the sound of the rising surf, but Harriet was not certain he would realize what was happening.

She was going to have to manage her escape on her own.

Harriet made her move just as Crane shoved her through the cave entrance.

"Doesn't look like I'll be needin' you as a hostage, after all, Miss Pomeroy. They're long gone. I might as well be rid of you now. Christ's blood, but it's dark in here. How did they stand it?"

Harriet deliberately stumbled and fell to her knees as Crane fumbled with the lamp. The movement jerked her free of his temporarily loosened arm.

"Gideon." Her scream filled the cavern, but she had no way of knowing if it could be heard out on the beach. She kicked out at the lamp and missed.

"Shut your mouth, you little bitch. Damnation."

Crane was between Harriet and the entrance She would never be able to get past him. She turned and fled blindly into the black depths of the cavern, hands outstretched, fingers searching for the stone wall. Behind her she could hear Crane cursing as he struggled to light his lamp.

"Come back here," Crane yelled.

At that instant his lamp finally flared to life, bathing the cavern in a golden glow. Harriet saw that she was less than a yard from the tunnel entrance. She dashed straight toward it.

A shot roared through the cavern, echoing horribly. But Harriet did not look back. She was already into the tunnel, careening into fresh darkness.

"Damn you," Crane called furiously. "Goddamn you."

Harriet crouched in the tunnel out of range of the lamp. She could hear him pounding after her. She had hoped he would panic and give up his plan to grab what he could from the treasure room. Unfortunately, it appeared his lust for his ill-gotten gams was stronger than his fear of the caves or of being caught.

Harriet edged farther back along the ink-black corridor, feeling her way with her gloved hands. A ray of light from Crane's lamp warned her he was still in pursuit. His footsteps sounded on the stone floor. She could hear his labored breathing.

She drew back into the tunnel. Something scuttled across the toe of her half boot. A crab, no doubt.

The deadly game of hide-and-seek went on for what seemed like an endless time, forcing Harriet to retreat farther and farther into the corridor. The roar of the sea was louder now. She knew the fierce waves were starting to surge into the outer cavern, slowly but surely cutting off escape. In a matter of minutes the way out of the caves would be too treacherous to attempt. It might already be too late.

"Bloody damn hell," Crane screamed. "Where are you, you stupid woman?"

Then Crane shrieked, a ghastly sound of pure animal terror that reverberated through the passageways.

The distant, wavering glow from his lamp abruptly disappeared, plunging Harriet into utter darkness. She heard her pursuer's boot steps pounding back down the corridor to the outer cavern. Crane's fear had finally overcome his greed.

Harriet took a deep breath to steady her nerves and slowly, painstakingly began the task of moving back toward the entrance. She knew almost at once that it was probably too late. The sound of the sea in the outer cave reached her quite clearly Harriet forced herself to stop and think.

She could swim, but she certainly did not have the kind of strength it would take to battle her way through those surging waves. She would be dashed to pieces against the rock walls of the cavern.

She did not find the thought of spending the night alone in this intense blackness any more appealing than Mr. Crane had. Harriet shivered as it dawned on her that she might be trapped for hours.

"Harriet. Harriet, are you in here? Where the devil are you?"

"Gideon." Relief soared through her. She was not alone in this endless black pit. "Gideon, I am here. In the tunnel. I cannot see a thing. I do not have a lamp."

"Stay where you are. I shall be there in a moment."

She saw the wavering lamplight first. A short time later Gideon appeared, squeezing his massive shoulders around a bend in the twisting tunnel.

He was bareheaded and he had removed his greatcoat. He had the heavy garment draped around his shoulders like an untied cravat or scarf. Harriet saw that his boots and trousers were soaked and knew he had been forced to make his way through thigh-deep surf to get into the cavern. She realized he must have removed the coat in order to keep it out of the water.

He stopped when he saw her. He raised the lamp to get a better look at her. The glow cast his features into harsh relief, but Harriet thought that no one had ever looked more handsome than Gideon did in that moment. He looked so big and solid and strong. Harriet wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she managed to control herself.