Her hull had just begun to feel the wind and to rise and fall freely, when a white figure ran screaming down toward the water's edge and stood there waving to us frantically.
"Leave her!" said Lady Waldon excitedly, clutching my arm.

I was up on the bow, just about to lay the pole along the deck and haul on the halyards.

She spoke very slowly right in my ear.

"That, is my maid Rebecca.

The faithless slut--" Coutlass began to shout, trying to pole the dhow back to land single-handed.
"We can't leave that woman behind there!" Fred shouted, hardly making himself heard against the wind.
"Can't we!" shouted Lady Waldon.