"They have no arms--I could find some, perhaps--"
--His words--both their words--jostled each other in sheer haste.
"Yes! then why don't you call them?"--
"How can I use them--trapped like a rat. They--they might be worse than useless, without something to do--without a lead over--don't you see?--and there is nothing--"
--"Nothing!" she echoed, almost savagely, as she clasped and unclasped her hands, dragging the fingers through each other, in sheer straining after some thought on which to clutch, in cruel whipping and spurring of her wits against that inaction.
Nothing! Nothing! The word seemed to fill the world.
Nothing in earth or air or fire or--
"Stay!" she cried, with a gasp. "The raft! The raft! Am-ma shall fetch it--it must be close by, now. There will be room. It can float down to opposite the gaol."
He stared at her as she stood in her white, and scarlet, and gold.
"By Jove!" he said softly "by Jove, you've got it!"