Glyddyr growled, and followed his companion into the boat, which was pushed off directly.
“I don’t believe she’ll come down,” he whispered to Gellow, as the two sailors bent to their oars, and the boat began to surge through the clear water.
“Not likely,” said Gellow. “Look!”
Glyddyr gave a hasty glance back, and saw that which made him sit fast staring straight before him, and say, in a quick low voice,—
“Give way, my lads; I want to get on board.”
Then followed the excited appearance of the lady at the end of the pier, the cries to them to stop, and the plunge into the water.
“Well, she is a tartar,” whispered Gellow.
“Don’t look back, man.”
“Oh, all right. Water isn’t deep, I suppose?”
“Look, sir,” cried one of the sailors. “Shall we row back?”