She did not cry out. She wasted no energy in words upon the frosty air. The boat seemed ages in coming, though the rowers plied the oars with might and main.
One of her legs had broken through the ice. At any instant she might find herself struggling in the sea, and her agony of effort would have been in vain.
At what seemed the last second of the last moment for the pair, the brawny arms of the fishermen hauled them over the gunwale.
She told the story simply, and as though it were all in the day's work.
"What made you go on?" Grenfell asked her.
"I couldn't see him drown, could I?" was all her reply.