He had almost got through, and had been dragged back.
"Why did you interfere ?" he said, in sudden passion, his eyes flaming in his white face.
A dull color rose to Lord Newhaven's cheek.
"I thought it was an accident," he said.

"If it was not, I beg your pardon." There was a moment's silence.
"It _was_ an accident," said Hugh, hoarsely, and he turned on his elbow and looked fixedly at the water, so that his companion might not see the working of his face.
Lord Newhaven walked slowly away in the direction of Doll, whose distant figure, followed by another, was hurrying towards them.
"And so there is a Rachel as well, is there ?" he said to himself, vainly trying to steel himself against his adversary.
"How is he now ?" said Doll, coming within ear-shot.
"He's all right; but you'd better get him into dry clothes, and yourself, too." "Change on the bank," said Doll, seizing a bundle from the keeper.

"It's as hot as an oven in the sun.

Why, Scarlett's sitting up! I thought when we laid into him on the bank that he was too far gone, didn't you?
I suppose"-- hesitating--"Crack ?" Lord Newhaven shook his head.
"I must go back to my boys now," he said, "or they will be getting into mischief." Doll nodded.

He and Lord Newhaven had had a hard fight to get the leaking boat to land with Hugh at the bottom of it.