He had confided their situation to Elizabeth.
"I am afraid we may be obliged to beach her at some convenient spot," he said, adding, with a slight quiver in his voice, "we shall lose the brig." He laid emphasis upon this, because he didn't wish to tell her the worst--namely, that this convenient spot was not to be found upon the whole coast, and that their lives were unmistakably in danger.
Whatever happened, it seemed sufficient for Elizabeth that he was near her, and there was a look of quiet trust in her face as she turned towards him that went to his heart; he could not bear it, and turned away.
The brig and its possible loss did not occupy much of Elizabeth's thoughts.

In the midst of their danger she was absolutely glad at heart at the thought that by her display of implicit confidence she had succeeded in winning a great victory with Salve.

After what she had gone through that night, this was everything to her.
There was a fine energetic look of determination in her face, and her eyes were moist with tears as she bent over the child in her lap and whispered-- "If he cannot trust us, we two must teach him--mustn't we, Gjert ?".