But this was to reckon without the lass's courage.

She had seen me leap with very little appearance (however much reality) of hesitation; to be sure, she was not to be beat by her discarded friend.

Up she stood on the bulwarks and held by a stay, the wind blowing in her petticoats, which made the enterprise more dangerous and gave us rather more of a view of her stockings than would be thought genteel in cities.

There was no minute lost, and scarce time given for any to interfere if they had wished the same.

I stood up on the other side and spread my arms; the ship swung down on us, the patroon humoured his boat nearer in than was perhaps wholly safe, and Catriona leaped into the air.