I don't want to get you into trouble." We all listened.

And sure enough the sound of oars was approaching again out of the darkness.
"Mr.Pengelly can lower me overside," I urged, "as soon as we're near shore.

It's safest in every way." "So best," she answered shortly, and again put the _Glad Tidings_ about.

I began to pluck off my clothes.
The boat was evidently watching us: for, dark as the evening had grown, almost as soon as our helm went down the sound of oars ceased astern--to begin again a few seconds later, but more gently, as if someone had given the order for silence.

O.P.peered under the slack of the mainsail.
"There she is!" he muttered.