"We shall have light enough, brother Malachi, I doubt not, to pass out by?" called Ceolwulf.
"The Lord helping us, we shall not run aground," answered Malachi.
The sail was beginning to do its work famously, and Ceolwulf bid the men put their oars in, and suggested to Athelhune that some food would be a good thing. Accordingly, search was made in the boat, when suddenly a man called out:
"Why, in the name of Asgard, whom have we here?"
All looked round, and there, under a skin that sheltered the provisions in the bow of the boat, was Wulfstan.
"Ah! Biggun," the boy shouted, "I told thee I should come, and thou canst not put me out now."
Ceolwulf saw it was no use being angry; so, giving the boy a sharp rating for not doing what he was told, he made up his mind to the inevitable.
And now the sun disappeared behind the low bank of what is at present known as Hayling Island, and the breeze came up fresher behind them.
"It's getting cold," said Athelhune. "We shall have snow, I fear——"
"We shan't be long getting over with this breeze, however. It's dead aft and a smooth sea," replied Ceolwulf.