He might speak to her, might even help her to climb out.

At least no one else had appeared to do this.

Seemingly no one now cared where Miss Baxter swam to or whether she were offered any assistance in landing.
She swam with an admirable crawl stroke, reached the wall, and put up a hand to it.

He stepped forward, but she was out before he reached her side.

His awe had delayed him.