"Help me to pull him aboard!" she cried, in an agonised voice.

"I am afraid he has lost consciousness!" Then I looked at the object she was clutching in her hands.

It was Sebastian's white head, apparently quite lifeless.
I pulled him up with her and laid him out on the raft.

A very faint breeze from the south-west had sprung up; that and a strong seaward current that sets round the rocks were carrying us straight out from the Breton coast and all chance of rescue, towards the open channel.
But Hilda thought nothing of such physical danger.

"We have saved him, Hubert!" she cried, clasping her hands.