"Very well, if you'll consent to risk this miserable tub we found on the beach—"
"I'll risk anything—a raft, even."
"It is large enough to carry us if we can manage to make it hold water, but it won't be safe. The weather is good at this season and it shouldn't take us long to run across to Andros if we have luck. If we don't have luck—"
Norine dried her eyes. "What would you do if you were alone? Would you dare try it?"
He hesitated, then confessed, "I think I would, but—"
"Is there an even chance of our getting across?"
"Perhaps. It all depends upon the weather."
"Can't we—build a boat?"
He shook his head. "Even if we had lumber and tools it would take too long. Ten miles to the east there are Spaniards. We must do one thing or the other quickly, before they learn we're here."
"Then let's go on. I'm sure Rosa will agree."