"Mr. Brand is unconscious. I am Miss Brand. Come down—rescue the master. He'll be captured—quick."
"Madam, it's too late. I should be caught aground. I must fight the Golden Hind. It will give you time to get the master away."
"How can you fight?"
"With the formula for explosives, and if she has none on board, I'll try the ram. Get the master away."
"Where are you?"
"Seven miles directly overhead. For Heaven's sake, be quick."
"He's right," said Mistress Sarah aloud. "Dr. Boyes, within ten minutes this house will be attacked and my brother captured unless I can get him away. There's only one place safe from treachery. Under this window the cliff falls straight to the sea, but fifty feet down there is a narrow ledge. From that ledge there are steps cut down to my brother's bathing place. He uses a knotted rope to reach the ledge. I'm going to lower him down."
"That I forbid," said Dr. Boyes. "It's almost certain death."
"To stay here is certain capture. He'd rather die."
Then looking up from his place by the master's head, "Our Lady is in love with him," said Lancaster. "He's got to be saved!"