"I'm your mistress, and I order you to tell me." "Faith, then, I saw a ghost, mistress!" She laughed, and pleasant the sound was amid the noise of the storm.
"You won't make me believe you're such a fool as that," said she.

"It's only wicked people who see ghosts." "Sure, then, I'm thinking it'll be long till you see one, Miss Kit.

But mind now; we must put her a little away from the wind to make Knockowen.
Sit fast, and don't mind a wave or two." Now began the dangerous part of our voyage.

The moment we put her head in for Knockowen, the waves began to break heavily over the stern, sometimes almost knocking the tiller from my hand, sometimes compelling us to run back into the wind to save being swamped.
She did not talk any more, but sat very quiet, watching each wave as it came, and looking up now and again at my face, as if to read our chances there.

You may be sure I looked steady enough, so as not to give her a moment's more uneasiness than she need.