A strong deep voice called to him, with command and a certain resolution in its tones.
“You, a coastguard?” it asked.
“Yes.”
The man came up to him and gave him orders to go to the nearest village for help, for lanterns and carts.
“What ship?” asked the coastguard.
“Grandhaven, London, New Orleans,” was the answer. “Hurry, and bring as many men as you can. Got a boat about here?”
“There is one on the beach half a mile along to the south'ard. But you cannot launch her through this.”
“Oh yes, we can.”
The coastguard glanced at the man with a sudden interest.
“Who are you?” he asked.