Now give me that sail to cover them--so.

You'll live yet, Miss Beatrice, you ain't dead, I swear.

Old Eddard has saved you, Old Eddard and the good Goad together!" Meanwhile the boat had been got round, and the men were rowing for Bryngelly as warm-hearted sailors will when life is at stake.

They all knew Beatrice and loved her, and they remembered it as they rowed.

The gloom was little hindrance to them for they could almost have navigated the coast blindfold.