CHAPTER XXI“Bind her hands,” Hassan said. “She is quick to swim.”
Angelica was in a mood to have gone overside with her hands bound, trusting that her legs would get her to shore, but she had no chance to lose her life that way, for the man to whom Hassan spoke did his work well. He bound her hands with one end of a good rope, and kept a twist of the other round his own arm.
The boat was fuller than it had been before, having two men to row, besides the one who was Angelica’s guard. Venetia sat in the bow, where she had been before. Angelica was on a thwart in the midst.
Hassan, in the stern, watched the scene he left, as the boat moved fast for a few strokes, being followed by arquebus balls from those who now had the battery to themselves, and could look round at their foes.
But that
