It was dark, but I heard her fall, and I jumped over the bedstead to her assistance.
I had scarcely raised her up, when I heard a pounding at the front door or main-hatchway, and our boarder shouted: "Get up! Come out of that! Open the door! The old boat's turning over!" My heart fell within me, but I clutched Euphemia.

I said no word, and she simply screamed.

I dragged her over the floor, sometimes in the water and sometimes out of it.

I got the dining-room door open and set her on the stairs.

They were in a topsy-turvy condition, but they were dry.