Then he raised himself on his elbow, Barbara drawing quickly away, and so rested an instant, regarding me still.

He drew himself up into a sitting posture, and seemed as though he would rise to his feet.

I raised the pistol and pointed it at him.
"No higher, if you please," said I."It's a matter of danger to walk about in so small a boat, and you came near to upsetting us before." He turned his head and saw Barbara, then gazed round on the sea.

No sail was to be seen, and the fog still screened the boat in impenetrable solitude.

The sight brought to his mind a conviction of what his plight was.