I hope that I may never feel so helpless again as I did at the time when I passed this man, who stared at me in silence, unable to call to him for help.
Then we crossed the green without any one paying much heed to us, though I saw the women at the doors pitying me, and so we came to the wharf, alongside which a ship was lying.

There were several men at work on her decks, and it was plain that she was to sail on this tide, for her red-and-brown striped sail was ready for hoisting, and there was nothing left alongside to be stowed.

She was not yet afloat however, though the tide was fast rising.
Evan hailed one of the men, and he came ashore to him.

The bearers set down my litter and waited.
"Where is the shipmaster ?" Evan asked.
The man jerked his thumb over his shoulder, and lifted his voice and shouted "Ho Thorgils, here is the Welsh chapman." I saw the head of my friend rise from under the gunwale amidships, and when he saw who was waiting he also came ashore.

Evan met him at the gangway.
"I thought you were not coming, master chapman," he said.