"Archie, that is the _Sirène_—going away from Heimra?" "Yes, indeed, mem," said Archie. "You must take me out in your lugger, Archie," she said, in a frenzied sort of way. "There’s not a moment to be lost: even if you can’t sail as quick as they can, never mind—we will get some distance after them—they will see us—we can signal to them——" The bow of the small boat rose on the shingle and seaweed; Big Archie stepped out and pulled it up a bit further. He did not quite understand at first what was demanded of him; perhaps he was a trifle scared by the unusual look on Miss Stanley’s face—the pallid cheeks, the piteous and anxious eyes; but when he did comprehend, his answer was a serious and earnest remonstrance. "Aw, _Dyeea_, do you not see what it is threatening out there?" said he, quite concerned. "I do not care about that," she answered him. "If the _Sirène_ can go out, so can you. And you have the sail up, Archie!" "Ay, ay, indeed," he explained, "bekass I was thinking of going round to Ru Gobhar, to hef a look at the lobster-traps. But when I was seeing the bad weather threatening, and the glass down, then I was just going out to the boat to get the sail lowered again and the young lad brought ashore. It is just anything I would do to please Miss Stanley; but it is looking very, very bad; and we could not catch up on the _Sirène_ whatever—aw, no!—it is no use to think my boat could get near to the _Sirène_, and her a first-class yat and a fine sailer. And Miss Stanley getting very wet, too, for there’s a heavy sea outside——" "Archie," she said, in an imploring voice, "if you are a friend of mine, you will try! You will try to stop the _Sirène_—cannot we make some signal to her? And you said the young lad was in the boat?—and the sail is up—we could get away at once——" "Oh, if you wish it, mem, that is enough for me," he said; and presently he had got her into the stern of the small boat, had shoved off, and was pulling out to the big, brown-sailed lugger.