"The rain is coming and some more wind. Mrs. Mildmay, you are in the pirates' clutches, so make yourself comfortable on the sofa."
She obeyed, for she was really frightened.
Violet sat beside her, and Bertie and Lady Ethel did their best to convince her that there was no danger.
Then Violet stole to the door of the cabin and looked longingly toward the dark sky.
As she looked Leicester, passing, saw her.
"Let me come up with you, please," she said.
"I couldn't think of it," he said.
But he called down to ask Mrs. Mildmay if she would permit it, and then handed Violet up.
All the sails were furled, yet the yacht drove along at tremendous pace before the gale.
Leicester's voice was scarcely deep enough to drown the wind, and the little vessel tossed like a nutshell as it forced its way along the breakers.