‘Good-bye, Treblo, my love, good-bye!’
Wopole was naturally somewhat surprised at this voice that appeared to come from nowhere in particular.
‘I suppose she’s hanging in the water,’ he said to himself out loud. ‘I shan’t trouble to help her on board if she is. I shall just let her drown.’
‘How very good of you,’ remarked Ernalie sweetly.
Wopole looked surprised.
‘Sounds as if she was on board. However, she isn’t.’
And as the Princess thought it best to be quiet, he remained of the same opinion.
All the while the boat had been getting rapidly out of the bay, and the Princess thought they were quite safe from pursuit. But suddenly Wopole rose from his seat in the stern and let down the sail.
‘What on earth is he going to do?’ thought the Princess. ‘He can’t be going to stop.’
However, it was soon pretty clear what he was going to do, for she noticed he was steering towards a large vessel that lay near them.