All at once, she swung the rowboat about, leaning her body to one side to assist in the turning.
The second oar that had been laid across the seats lengthwise of the boat rolled to the other side with a rumble and a clatter that to her strained nerves sounded like thunder.
"Who's there ?" called a voice from the launch.
There was no reply.

Harriet, in her haste to get away, splashed noisily.
She heard a quick exclamation, then the sound of two people jumping into a rowboat.

She knew it was the rowboat she had seen lying alongside the launch.

She knew, too, that the rowers were pursuing her.

But even then Harriet did not lose her presence of mind.