"I see."
"Then I fell and twisted my foot. It's swollen, you see. Can't put my weight on it."
"Too bad," grunted the lightkeeper between strokes. "And you been battin' off and on here all night?"
"Pretty near."
"Lucky I spied ye. It's going to blow harder before it gets through. You didn't stand much chance of being picked up by any other craft, so far inshore."
"I hate to lose my boat," complained the castaway.
"You like to have lost your life, young feller," said Tobias, seriously. "You can get another motorboat easier. What's your name?"
"Conway Degger. I belong in Boston."
"Do ye, now? Come o' rich folks, I cal'late?"
"Not rich enough to throw away a motor-boat like that."