She understood it all now. She remembered Marion's speech about
the importance of the bluff for military purposes; she remembered
the visit of the officers from the Fort opposite. The strangers
were stealing a march upon the Government, and by night would be in
possession. It was perhaps an evidence of her newly awakened and
larger comprehension that she took no thought of her loss of home
and property,--perhaps there was little to draw her to it now,--but
was conscious only of a more terrible catastrophe--a catastrophe to
which she was partly accessory, of which any other woman would have
warned her husband--or at least those officers of the Fort whose
business it was to-- Ah, yes! the officers of the Fort--only just
opposite to her! She trembled, and yet flushed with an
inspiration. It was not too late yet--why not warn them NOW?
But how? A message sent by Saucelito and the steamboat to San
Francisco--the usual way--would not reach them tonight. To go
herself, rowing directly across in the dingey, would be the only
security of success. If she could do it? It was a long pull--the
sea was getting up--but she would try.
She waited until the last man had stepped into the boat, in nervous
dread of some one remaining. Then, when the boat had vanished
round the Point again, she ran back to the cottage, arrayed herself
in her husband's pilot coat, hat, and boots, and launched the
dingey. It was a heavy, slow, but luckily a stanch and seaworthy
boat. It was not until she was well off shore that she began to
feel the full fury of the wind and waves, and knew the difficulty
and danger of her undertaking. She had decided that her shortest
and most direct course was within a few points of the wind, but the
quartering of the waves on the broad bluff bows of the boat tended
to throw it to leeward, a movement that, while it retarded her
forward progress, no doubt saved the little craft from swamping.
Again, the feebleness and shortness of her stroke, which never
impelled her through a rising wave, but rather lifted her half way
up its face, prevented the boat from taking much water, while her
steadfast gaze, fixed only on the slowly retreating shore, kept her
steering free from any fatal nervous vacillation, which the sight
of the threatening seas on her bow might have produced. Preserved
through her very weakness, ignorance, and simplicity of purpose,
the dingey had all the security of a drifting boat, yet retained a
certain gentle but persistent guidance. In this feminine fashion
she made enough headway to carry her abreast of the Point, where
she met the reflux current sweeping round it that carried her well
along into the channel, now sluggish with the turn of the tide.
After half an hour's pulling, she was delighted to find herself
again in a reverse current, abreast of her cottage, but steadily
increasing her distance from it. She was, in fact, on the extreme
outer edge of a vast whirlpool formed by the force of the gale on a
curving lee shore, and was being carried to her destination in a
semicircle around that bay which she never could have crossed. She
was moving now in a line with the shore and the Fort, whose
flagstaff, above its green, square, and white quarters, she could
see distinctly, and whose lower water battery and landing seemed to
stretch out from the rocks scarcely a mile ahead. Protected by the
shore from the fury of the wind, and even of the sea, her progress
was also steadily accelerated by the velocity of the current,
mingling with the ebbing tide. A sudden fear seized her. She
turned the boat's head towards the shore, but it was swept quickly