"Hold on to me, thus, and when I let you go, let yourself go." There was no time to protest or to ask questions.

And Juliette felt herself passed on from one pair of strong arms to another, until she was standing on the deck under the humming rigging, surrounded by men who seemed huge in their gleaming oil-skins.
"This way, mademoiselle," said one, who was even larger than the others, in English, of which she understood enough to catch his meaning.

"I will take you to your father.

Show a light this way, one of you." His fingers closed round her arm, and he led her, unconscious of a strength that almost lifted her from her feet, toward an open door, where a lamp burnt dimly within.

It smelt abominably of an untrimmed wick, Juliette thought, and the next minute she was kissing her father, who lay full length on a locker in the little cabin.
She asked him a hundred questions, and waited for few of the answers.
Indeed, she supplied most of them herself; for she was very quick and gay.
"I see," she cried, "that your foot has been tied up by a sailor.