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"
Neither
can
I
,
"
I
said
.
"
So
we
must
get
ashore
without
swimming
,
in
some
opening
between
the
rocks
through
which
we
can
drive
the
boat
and
clamber
out
.
But
we
must
be
quick
,
most
quick
--
and
sure
.
"
I
spoke
with
a
confidence
she
knew
I
did
not
feel
,
for
she
looked
at
me
with
that
unfaltering
gaze
of
hers
and
said
:
"
I
have
not
thanked
you
yet
for
all
you
have
done
for
me
but
--
"
She
hesitated
,
as
if
in
doubt
how
best
to
word
her
gratitude
.
"
Well
?
"
I
said
,
brutally
,
for
I
was
not
quite
pleased
with
her
thanking
me
.
"
You
might
help
me
,
"
she
smiled
.
"
To
acknowledge
your
obligations
before
you
die
?
Not
at
all
.
We
are
not
going
to
die
.
We
shall
land
on
that
island
,
and
we
shall
be
snug
and
sheltered
before
the
day
is
done
.
"
I
spoke
stoutly
,
but
I
did
not
believe
a
word
.
Nor
was
I
prompted
to
lie
through
fear
.
I
felt
no
fear
,
though
I
was
sure
of
death
in
that
boiling
surge
amongst
the
rocks
which
was
rapidly
growing
nearer
.
It
was
impossible
to
hoist
sail
and
claw
off
that
shore
.
The
wind
would
instantly
capsize
the
boat
;
the
seas
would
swamp
it
the
moment
it
fell
into
the
trough
;
and
,
besides
,
the
sail
,
lashed
to
the
spare
oars
,
dragged
in
the
sea
ahead
of
us
.
As
I
say
,
I
was
not
afraid
to
meet
my
own
death
,
there
,
a
few
hundred
yards
to
leeward
;
but
I
was
appalled
at
the
thought
that
Maud
must
die
.
My
cursed
imagination
saw
her
beaten
and
mangled
against
the
rocks
,
and
it
was
too
terrible
.
I
strove
to
compel
myself
to
think
we
would
make
the
landing
safely
,
and
so
I
spoke
,
not
what
I
believed
,
but
what
I
preferred
to
believe
.
