He did not seem flurried at all, but I saw that no time was to be lost, for a man was trying to cut or untie a rope which still held the boat to the steamer.
Then she would be off.

There was a light line on the deck near me--I had caught my foot in it, a minute before.

It was strong enough to hold Corny.

I got hold of one end of it and tied it around her, under her arms.

She had a great shawl, as well as a life-preserver, tied around her, and looked dreadfully bundled up.
She did not say a word, but let Rectus and me do as we chose, and we got her over the railing in no time.