"Oui, heem still breath some, but heem one mighty close call. Mebby heem geet well, mebby not. Eet for the bon Dieu to say. We do the best we can."
"God must have sent you out to us," Jack declared rubbing his body till it glowed.
"Oui, Le Dieu, heem tell me go out. Me go."
A few minutes later wrapped in heavy blankets they were toasting their feet in front of the fireplace and drinking hot coffee while the captain, also wrapped in blankets, had been placed in one of the bunks which lined one side of the cabin, after everything possible had been done. He was still unconscious and they knew that his life hung in the balance.
"I never thought I'd be so warm again," Jack sighed contentedly as he sipped his second dipper of hot coffee.
"Nor did I," Bob agreed. "It was little short of a miracle. But what I can't understand is why there wasn't more surf where we came ashore."
"That's so. I never thought of it, but it does seem strange. Maybe we drifted into a cove or something."
"Reckon we must have."
"We'll ask one of the men when they come in," Jack said as he listened to the sounds which came from a back room, which he supposed was the kitchen and which indicated that they were getting a meal.
"Wonder what became of the other boats."