After all, it is only for a brief time, and surely he can afford to give Sir Lionel that pleasure.
Thus they set out.
Lady Ruth appears to be in good spirits, for they can hear her voice in song, blending with the bass of the baronet, floating over the waves, which are really rougher than any of them had anticipated.
The lights of the steamer can be seen, and they head for her.
Suddenly the song ceases to float across the water.

It comes so suddenly to a stop that John Craig sits up in the other boat and clutches the arm of the professor.
"Listen! I thought I heard a slight scream." "Nonsense!" exclaims Aunt Gwen.
"That British prig--" "Sir Lionel is a gentleman.

He would not sully his reputation by a word or deed." "There--again." "That time I heard it, too.

Boatman, bend to your oars, and pull.

There is something wrong with the other boat," cries the professor.
Then across the bounding waters comes a hail, in the lion-like voice of the Briton.