"There she goes!" said Lydia pausing.
She turned to watch the Nippon Maru move against the pier like a moving wall, swing free, push slowly out into the bay. Susan did not look.
"It makes me sick," she said, when Lydia, astonished, noticed she was not watching.
"Why, I should think it did!" Lydia exclaimed, for Susan's face was ashen, and she was biting her lips hard to keep back the deadly rush of faintness that threatened to engulf her.
"I'm afraid--air--Lyd---" whispered Susan. Lydia forgot her own injured ankle.
"Here, sit on these boxes, darling," she said. "Well, you poor little girl you! There, that's better. Don't worry about anyone watching you, just sit there and rest as long as you feel like it! I guess you need your lunch!"