She had ceased now even to look where my head bobbed among the waves; her face was lifted towards the sky.

By heaven, did she in very truth mean to leave me?
I called once more.

Now she answered.
"Go back," she said.

"I'm going alone." "By heaven, you aren't," I muttered with a gasp, and set myself to a faster stroke.

Bad to deal with are women! Must she fly from me and risk all because I had not smiled and grinned and run for what she needed, like a well-trained monkey?
Well, I would catch her and bring her back.
But catch her I could not.