“All right, it’s a go,” said Imbrie. “We’ll leave him just as he is. Pack up now.”
Stonor glanced anxiously at Clare. Her face was deathly pale, but she kept her head up.
“Do you think I’m going to go and leave him here?” she said firmly to Imbrie.
“Don’t see how you’re going to help yourself,” said he, without meeting her eyes.
“If you put me in the dug-out I’ll overturn it,” she said promptly.
Imbrie was taken aback. “I’ll tie you up,” he muttered, scowling.
“You cannot tie me so tight that I can’t overturn that cranky boat.”
“You’ll be the first to drown.”
She smiled. “Do you think I value the life you offer me?” She held out her hands to him. “Tie me and see.”
There could be no mistaking the firmness of her resolve. Imbrie hesitated and weakened. He turned to the breed woman questioningly.