Isabel Marlay, who saw all, was sure that Smith had carried all his points.

He had convinced the sweet and trusting Katy that an immediate marriage would be best for Brother Albert as well as for themselves.
And as the boat sailed on, tacking to and fro, even the pilot got over his anxiety at the overloading which had taken place when Westcott got in.

The old tar said to Towle that she carried herself beautifully.
Five minutes after he made the remark, while Westcott was talking to Katy, and playfully holding his fingers in the water as he leaned over the gunwale that almost dipped, there came a flaw in the wind, and the little boat, having too much canvas and too much loading, careened suddenly and capsized.
There was a long, broken, mingled, discordant shriek as of a dozen voices on different keys uttering cries of terror and despair.

There was the confusion of one person falling over another; there was the wild grasping for support, the seizing of each other's garments and arms, the undefined and undefinable struggle of the first desperate minute after a boat has capsized, the scream that dies to a gurgle in the water and then breaks out afresh, louder and sharper than before, and then is suddenly smothered into a gurgle again.

There were all these things, there was an alarm on the shore, a rush of people, and then there came stillness, and those minutes of desperate waiting, in which the drowning people cling to rigging and boat, and test the problem of human endurance.