"I tell you," it cried, "you must find Lord Ivy! If Lord Ivy--"

A voice with a strong and brutal American accent yelled in answer:
"To hell with Lord Ivy!"

Lady Moya chuckled.

"Get to the lower deck!" I commanded. "I am going for the yawl."

As I slipped my leg over the rail I heard Lord Ivy say: "I'll find
Phil and meet you."

I dropped and caught the rail of the deck below, and, hanging from
it, shoved with my knees and fell into the water. Two strokes
brought me to the yawl, and, scrambling into her and casting her
off, I paddled back to the steamer. As I lay under the stern I
heard from the lower deck the voice of Kinney raised importantly.

"Ladies first!" he cried. "Her ladyship first, I mean," he
corrected. Even on leaving what he believed to be a sinking ship,
Kinney could not forget his manners. But Mr. Aldrich had evidently
forgotten his. I heard him shout indignantly: "I'll be damned if I
do!"

The voice of Lady Moya laughed.

"You'll be drowned if you don't!" she answered. I saw a black
shadow poised upon the rail. "Steady below there!" her voice
called, and the next moment, as lightly as a squirrel, she dropped
to the thwart and stumbled into my arms.