Like a flash, Colin remembered.
"It's the binnacle, sir," he cried; "I lighted it for the man at the wheel myself."
Solemnly the captain took off his hat.
"It's where the light should be," he said at last, "to shine upon her course to the very end."
CHAPTER II
THE FIGHT OF THE OLD BULL SEALS
The quick, uneasy pitching of the boat and a sudden dash of ice-cold spray roused the captain from the fit of abstraction into which the sinking of his ship had plunged him.
"Step the mast, men," he said; "we've got to make for the nearest land. It's going to be a dirty night, too."