leaning upon a table to support herself. Her clothing was in
disarray, and her hair was falling about her ears; her face was
flushed, and she was panting in great agitation.

"Lucy!" he gasped, running to her. She caught at his arm to steady
herself.

"What is the matter?" he cried. She turned her face away, making not
a sound.

For a minute or so he stood staring at her. Then she whispered,
"Quick! let us go from here!"

And with a sudden movement of her hands, she swept her hair back
from her forehead, and straightened her clothing, and started to the
door, leaning upon her friend.

They went up to the deck, where the officer was still standing in
perplexity.

"Mrs. Taylor wishes to go ashore," said Montague. "Will you get us a
boat?"

"The launch will be back in a few minutes, sir--" the man began.

"We wish to go at once," said Montague. "Will you let us have one of
those rowboats? Otherwise I shall hail that tug."

The man hesitated but a moment. Montague's voice was determined, and
so he turned and gave orders to lower a small boat.