Suddenly she started. Had she seen something off to the left? A whitish bulk rising out of the fog?
She could not be sure. Well aware that one’s eyes play tricks on him when out at sea, she looked away, then turned her gaze once more to the left.
“Gone!” she muttered. “Never was there at all.”
Again she struck that listless, drooping pose which gave her whole body rest.
“But no,” she murmured, “there it is again. They have come for us. They have found us!”
She wanted to scream, to tell the other girls that help was near, but “No, no!” she decided, “not too soon. It might not be. If it is, they’ll see us. The O Moo stands well out of the water.”
To still her wildly beating heart, she allowed her gaze to wander off to the right.
Instantly she blinked her eyes.
“It can’t be,” she exclaimed, then, “Yes it is—it is! Another.”
Turning once more to the left, she found still another surprise. Two of them off there.