But in the midst of these curses came tremendous blows against the outer walls, resounding through the whole interior of the Cathedral; then an awful voice, as from The Almighty, reverberated down the aisle:
“Time to get up! We are there!”
The martyr, in the violence of his struggle, banged his head against the berth above, and shouted:
“Where?”
“At Boyd’s Island, sir, where you get off.”
64V
WONDERLAND
When Pats, in the early morning light, stepped out upon the deck, he found, enveloping all things, a thick, yellow fog. Miss Marshall, her maid, and Father Burke stood peering over the starboard rail at an approaching life-boat. This boat had been ashore with baggage, and was now returning for the passengers.
The fog lifted at intervals, allowing fugitive glimpses of a wooded promontory not a quarter of a mile away.