It flashed into her mind that if she let him go she
might even now save herself, but even in that last terror this Beatrice
would not do. If he went, she would go with him.
It would have been better if she had let him go.
Down she went--down, down! "I will hold him," Beatrice said in her
heart; "I will hold him till I die." Then came waves of light and a
sound as of wind whispering through the trees, and--all grew dark.
* * * * *
"I tell yer it ain't no good, Eddard," shouted a man in the boat to
an old sailor who was leaning forward in the bows peering into the
darkness. "We shall be right on to the Table Rocks in a minute and all
drown together. Put about, mate--put about."
"Damn yer," screamed the old man, turning so that the light from the
lantern fell on his furrowed, fiercely anxious face and long white hair
streaming in the wind. "Damn yer, ye cowards. I tells yer I heard her
voice--I heard it twice screaming for help. If you put the boat about,
by Goad when I get ashore I'll kill yer, ye lubbers--old man as I am
I'll kill yer, if I swing for it!"
This determined sentiment produced a marked effect upon the boat's crew;
there were eight of them altogether.
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