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then fell silent as she realized that it was not her father. She moved closer to Robby, taking his hand in hers and squeezing it tight. “What’ll we do?”
    “I don’t know,” Robby whispered. He was frightened, but he was determined not to let his sister know it. “Who’s there?” he said in his bravest voice.
    The shadowy figure stopped moving toward them, then a voice, old and unsteady, came across the sand.
    “Who’s that yourself, standing out in the rain?”
    “Robby Palmer,” Robby said automatically.
    “Well, don’t just stand there! Come over here where I can see you.”
    Robby, pulling Missy with him, started toward the man, his fear vanishing. “Who are you?”
    “Mac Riley.” The old man was in front of them now, his leathery features more distinct. “What are you doing out here?”
    “Looking for our dog,” Robby replied. “He’s supposed to sleep under the house, but he isn’t there.”
    “Well, if he’s smart he isn’t on the beach either,” Riley said. “This isn’t a good beach to be on. Not on a night like this.”
    “Then why are you here?” Missy asked.
    “Just keeping an eye on things,” Riley said mysteriously.The rain suddenly stopped and Riley looked up toward the sky. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said softly. “They must be working overtime tonight.”
    “Who?”
    Riley reached out and rumpled Robby’s wet hair.
    “The ghosts. This beach is full of them.”
    The two children drew closer together and glanced around warily.
    “There’s no such thing as ghosts,” Missy said.
    “Spirits, then,” Riley corrected himself. “And don’t say there’s no such thing. Just because you haven’t seen something, don’t believe it doesn’t exist.”
    “Have you ever seen them?” Robby asked.
    “Many times,” Riley said. “And always on nights like this, when the tide’s high, and the wind’s blowing. That’s when they come out here and do what they have to do.”
    “What do they do?” Robby demanded.
    The old man gazed at the two children, then lifted his eyes and stared out at the angry sea.
    “They kill,” he said softly. “They kill the unwary stranger.”
    Robby and Missy looked at each other, spoke no words, but simultaneously bolted and began racing for home, the wind clutching at them, the surf pounding in their ears.
    Mac Riley, standing still on the beach, watched them until they disappeared into the night, then turned and started back into the woods.
    Behind him, on the beach, something moved.
    Something indistinct, something almost formless in the blackness.

4
    Elaine Randall woke early the following morning, momentarily disoriented. She lay quietly in bed next to her husband, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the confusion to pass. The blast of an airhorn jolted her into reality and she remembered where she was. Next to her Brad stirred in his sleep, turned over, and resumed his light snoring. Elaine, fully awake now, left the bed and went to the window.
    The storm had passed on to the east and in the sparkling clear morning light Clark’s Harbor seemed to beckon to her. She watched a small trawler chug slowly away from the wharf, then, remembering the storm of the previous night, decided to do some early morning beachcombing. She dressed quickly, resisting her impulse to wake Brad, and slipped from the room. As she passed the desk the same little man who had checked them in the afternoon before smiled brightly at her and bobbed his head in greeting. Elaine returned the smile, then walked briskly through the front door into the fresh salt air. She shivered, and drew her sweater more closely around her.
    The street was deserted. Elaine hurried across it, then walked along the sea wall to the pier. For a momentshe was tempted to explore the wharf, but the memory of the dead fisherman flooded back to her and she chose instead to clamber down the short flight of stairs that would put her on the beach. It wasn’t until she had walked a