Valentine herself stood beside him, stretched out her arms to him, uttered a brief cry, and then vanished.
He felt like a madman; he pressed his hands to his head and rushed on deck.
"Stand there, Mr. Wyndham, there," said the sailor Loggan. "You'll be safe enough. Oh, yes, more than one wave will wash us. Shall I lash you to the wheel, sir? Maybe it would be safer."
"No, no, thank you."
The voice was quite quiet and calm again.
Certainly the night was a rough one, but between and under the loud voice of the storm, Loggan and his companion exchanged some cheerful phrases.
"No, sir, I ain't never afeared."
"What if you were to go to the bottom?"