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Taking the two oars and the anchor, as well as the thwarts, he

bound them together securely with the anchor roding. This drag he

hove from the bow of the dory, and it swung the boat's head into

the wind. Schofield, with the bailer in one hand, lay flat in the

bottom.

With the increasing sea, water splashed steadily over the sides

so that his exertions never ceased. The chill of the night

penetrated his soaked garments, and this, with his exhaustion,

produced a stupor. The whistle of the wind and the hiss of

foaming crests became dream sounds.

CHAPTER XII

OUT OF FREEKIRK HEAD

"OH, I wouldn't think of such a thing for a minute!"

Captain Bijonah Turner waved his hand with an air of finality and

favored his daughter with a glare meant to be pregnant with

parental authority.