"Give me that rifle, and I'll solve the problem for you!" But Coutlass solved it in another way by jumping overboard, over his head in deep water, taking our hempen warp with him (I had made one end of it fast to the bitts, meaning to be able to find it in the dark).
There was quite a sea running, even as close inshore as that, and for a moment I doubted whether the Greek would make it.

By that time it was all we could do to see the woman's white figure, still gesticulating, and screaming like a mad thing.

Presently, however, the warp tightened, and then by the strain on it I knew that Coutlass was trying to haul us back inshore.

Failing to do that, for the strength of the wind was increasing, he seized the Syrian woman by the waist and plunged into the water with her.

I saw them disappear and hauled on the warp hand-over-hand with all my might, Lady Waldon leaning over to strike at my hands until I shouted to Fred to come and hold her.