Before the woman knew what had struck her, I had her hands tied behind her with twisted strips of her own apron, and had gagged her with a bunch of the same, and had the key in the lock, and Carette was free.
The woman was dazed still with her fall.

We bound her feet with a strip of blanket and laid her on the bed, locked the gate again behind us, and sped down the rocky way till a gap let us out into the open.

Then swiftly among the humps of rock, hand in hand, down the slope, towards the shell beach where the boat lay.

I had left it close under the last of the high ground, and had drawn it well up out of reach of the tide, as I believed.

But there was no boat there.