With an oath, Buonespoir put the helm hard over, the Belle Suzanne came about quickly, but as the gale struck her, the mast snapped like a pencil, she heeled over, and the two adventurers were engulfed in the waves.
A cry of dismay went up from the watchers on the shore.

They turned with a half-conscious sympathy towards Angele, for her story was known by all, and in her face they read her mortal fear, though she made no cry, but only clasped her hands in agony.

Her heart told her that yonder Michel de la Foret was fighting for his life.

For an instant only she stood, the terror of death in her eyes, then she turned to the excited fishermen near.
"Men, oh men," she cried, "will you not save them?
Will no one come with me ?" Some shook their heads sullenly, others appeared uncertain, but their wives and children clung to them, and none stirred.

Looking round helplessly, Angele saw the tall figure of the Seigneur of Rozel.