"No, Ethan, you," she whispered. But she looked back when she was in the boat, and smiled at the old sailor.
"You needn't come this time," she said, as he was preparing to follow Ethan. "I can manage the tiller."
Sam's doubtful looks vanished as he observed the lady's air of custom.
"Where shall we go?" said Ethan.
"I think I'll steer for the sunset," she answered, in the same level voice.
He paused with the sheet in his hand.
"That would bring us—" He looked out across the water, far across it, beyond it, till his cloudy eyes found the cloud-hung entrance to the open sea.
"It will bring us out at the Golden Gate," she said.
Yaffti seemed to draw a long, joyous breath; the white sail bellied in the warm wind.
"Good-bye," Val called back across the water.