In some way she had discovered Knight in danger, and had rushed to Rufus for help.
Then--then--that vision of his from the quay--that flash of revelation--had been no dream, after all! He had seen Rufus indeed--and probably for the last time in his life.
He stood, struck dumb for the moment, recalling every detail of the clinging figure that had hung above the leaping waves.

Then the tragedy in Columbine's face made him pull himself together once more.

He took her trembling hands.
"It's no good, my girl," he said.

"I seen him.

Yes, I seen him.