Had she thought she had lost Latimer and his love, she would have discovered that, so far from being free, she was bound hand and foot and heart and soul.
But she did not know that, and Latimer did not know that.
Meanwhile, from the branch of the tree in the sheltered, secret hiding-place that overlooked the ocean, the sailorman kept watch.

The sun had blistered him, the storms had buffeted him, the snow had frozen upon his shoulders.

But his loyalty never relaxed.

He spun to the north, he spun to the south, and so rapidly did he scan the surrounding landscape that no one could hope to creep upon him unawares.

Nor, indeed, did any one attempt to do so.