Braine proceeded to move the launch in the direction of the girl. It was this movement that turned the reporter's gaze. He, too, now saw the woman in the water and wondered how she had come there. When Braine reached the girl and pulled her into the launch Jim saw her face plainly.
FLORENCE STEALS THE PAPERS FROM BRAINE'S POCKET
He flew from his vantage point, found a skiff and started after Braine.
"By the Lord Harry!" murmured the rogue. "Well, they can talk of manna from heaven, but this is what I call luck. Florence Hargreave, out of nowhere, into my arms! The god of luck has cast another horseshoe and it's mine."
He had a flask in his pocket, and he forced some of the biting spirits down the girl's throat. She opened her eyes.
"Well, my beauty?"
Florence eyed him wildly, not quite understanding where he had come from.
"I don't know how you got here," he said, "and I don't care. But here we are together at last. Where is your father?"