“Yes, I've noticed that. Now I'll state the facts as plainly as I can. This boat is fast aground in the mud, the tide is still going out, and there are squalls coming. She must be got off or there may be danger. You can't get her off until she is lightened. Will you get out and wade?”
He did not answer; instead he continued to push with the oar. I turned to the girl.
“Miss Colton,” I said, “I must ask you to stand up. Be careful when you rise.”
She made no move, nor did she reply. The look she gave me was enough.
“You must stand up,” I repeated, firmly. “Either your—this gentleman—must get out, as I tell him to, or I shall have to carry you to my skiff. We haven't any time to spare.”
She gazed at me in blank astonishment. Then the color flamed in her cheeks and her eyes flashed.
“We don't wish your help,” she said, icily.
“I'm sorry, but that makes no difference. I—”
Victor whirled on me, the oar in his hands. I thought for an instant he was going to strike me with it.
“You blackguard!” he shouted. “Will you go away?”