Throwing off the rug which covered her, she discovered that she had been tied to the chair by means of a piece of broad webbing.

Instantly she was alert, awake, angry; she knew that her perils were not over; she felt that possibly they had scarcely yet begun.
Her lazy contentment, her dreamy sense of peace and repose, vanished utterly, and she steeled herself to meet the dangers of a grave and difficult situation.
Just at that moment a man came up from below.

He was a man of forty or so, clad in irreproachable blue, with a peaked yachting cap.

He raised the cap politely.
'Good morning,' he said.

'Beautiful sunrise, isn't it ?' The clever and calculated insolence of his tone cut her like a lash as she lay bound in the chair.