Just why this influenced her was not clear in her mind, but she realized with faint surprise that it did. She even found herself pondering over it, telling herself that it was unethical to seize this lone chance that offered itself only to her. Yet she was doubtful, too, that ethics had anything to do with the matter.
The water in the cock-pit was deeper, and there was a growing sluggishness in the movements of the launch that she noted as quickly as the boatman himself.
"Rosalind!"
She lifted her head slightly.
"For Heaven's sake, put it on!"
"No!" she cried almost fiercely.
She felt the grip of his arm tighten convulsively. Something that sounded like a sob came from his throat.
"It's your one chance!" he shouted.
She shook her head.
Then for a brief instant some freak of the gale tore a great rent in the curtain of hail that shrouded them. The boatman's straining eyes had a vision of black rocks fairly in the path of his storm-harried craft. The murk closed in again.