It was the third time Jimmy had seen her, but he felt as if he had found one dearer than himself.  His eyes dwelt on her.  She was not terrified; her nerves were not shaken.  “I am ready,” she said, turning to the captain.  It was the same fine, free voice, suggesting—­Oh, what did it not suggest!  Never this dark, wild night of danger!  Jimmy thrilled to it again as he had thrilled to it once before.  He waved jubilant hands.  “Agatha Redmond!” he called, across the space and heads that divided them.

Whether she heard his call he did not know.  At that moment the word was given, and she turned an almost smiling face to the captain in reply.  She knelt to the deck and got footing on the slippery rope.  Men above held it and helped as best they could, while the sailor below waited to receive her into the little boat.  She was steady and quick as a woman in such a perilous position could be.  As she descended, the rowboat, insecurely held to the Jeanne D’Arc, slid sternward a few feet; and while she waited in midair for the boat to be brought up again, the Jeanne D’Arc gave a mighty plunge.  The captain shouted from the deck, a sailor yelled, then another; the dipping sea tossed the yacht so that for an instant the boat below and the woman on the ladder were hidden from Jim’s view.  He climbed over the rail and edged along the narrow margin of the deck until he was a few feet nearer the rope, his heart thumping with fear of calamity.

And even as the thought came, the thing happened.  The wrenching of the ropes, the insecurity of their fastenings, some blunder on the part of the seamen—­whatever it was, the rope loosened like a filament of gauze, and, with its precious burden, dropped into the angry water.  Before a breath could be drawn, the black waves churned over her head.

As, for the second time, Jim saw disaster engulf the Vision that had such power over him, he was seized by a cold numbness.

“Oh, you brutes!” he groaned aloud; but his groan had scarcely escaped him when he heard loud altercation among the men, and in a moment the nasal tones of Monsieur Chatelard commanding:  “Never mind!  Quick with the boat on the other side!”

The seamen rushed to the opposite side, now impatient to make the boats.  In the fear that was growing momently upon the men, there was no one to give a thought to the vanished woman.  Jimmy clung to the rail for a second, peering over the water.  With a cry of gladness he saw her pale face rise to the surface of the water several feet away and toward the bow.

“Keep up a second!  It’s all right!” he shouted.  Quick as thought he snatched a life preserver from its place on the rail, and ran forward.  He called thrice, “Keep up, I’m coming!” then threw the cork swiftly and accurately to the very spot where she floated.  A second longer he watched, to see if she gained it.  It seemed that she did, and yet something was wrong.  She was not able to right herself immediately in the water, but floundered helplessly.  Jimmy knew that her clothes were hampering her, or else that the rope ladder had entangled her feet.