Then they hung silent, Ratcliffe’s eyes on the light and his hand in his pocket feeling for dollars to pay the boatmen.
“What’s there to pay?” asked he.
“A dollar, seeing there’s two of them,” replied Satan. “Sarah ahoy!”
“Ahoy!” came Jude’s voice, and a lantern swung over the side.
Satan bundled on board, and Ratcliffe crammed five dollars into the hand of the stern oar; then he followed, and the fellows pushed off.
“Took it without fightin’!” said Satan. “Lord’s sake, what’s come to them?” Then he bundled below to make some coffee.
Jude snuffed the lantern out.
She was moving away from the side and away from Ratcliffe, when he caught hold of her round the body. She did not resist him. He held her close to his heart.
“Jude!”
“What is it?” asked Jude, with a sudden catch in her breath and speaking in a whisper. “Whacha want?”