"We will not reach her. They have squared away. The mate had the deck, and father is asleep."
"And left you in an open boat," he answered angrily.
"He knew I was with you."
What was irrelevant in this explanation of the mate's conduct escaped him at the time. The full moon had emerged from behind the racing clouds, and it brightened her face, fringed by the tangled hair and yellow sou'wester, to an unearthly beauty that he had never seen before. He wondered at it, and for a moment a grisly thought crossed his mind that this was not life, but death; that he had died in the fall, and in some manner the girl had followed.
She was standing erect, her lithe figure swaying to the boat's motion, and pointing to leeward, while the moonlit face was now sweetened by the smile of a happy child. He stood up, and looked where she pointed, but saw nothing, and seated himself to look at her.
"See!" she exclaimed gleefully. "They have hauled out the spanker and are sheeting home the royal. I will never be married! I will never be married! He knew I was with you."
Again he stood up and searched the sea to leeward. There was nothing in sight.
"Unhinged," he thought, "by this night's trouble. Freda," he said gently, "please sit down. You may fall overboard."
"I am not insane," she said, as though reading his thought; and, smiling radiantly in his face, she obeyed him.
"Do you know where we are?" he asked tentatively. "Are we in the track of ships?"