"Nothing very serious. Fortunately the sail is a new one, and very strong. I think it will hold, and while it does, I can keep her in position. We shall be tacking about most of the night, though, I am afraid. It is such a provoking shifty wind. I can't depend upon it for a moment."
"And supposing the sail went?"
"We have the oars. It would be uncommonly hard work, rowing, but it would keep us afloat. It was just a chance that I put them in—a lucky one as it happens."
"Supposing you had forgotten them, and that we had no oars?"
Lord Lumley shook his head.
"Don't add to the horrors," he said, smiling. "I'd rather not suppose anything of the kind. It's bad enough as it is."
"There would be danger, then?"
"Yes."
"In what way?"
He shrugged his shoulders.