A few moments’ scrutiny showed a tiny speck gleaming white against the darkening waters. Soon, with the naked eye, he was able to discern the little craft about two miles north of the island. Then he went in search of Mrs. Remington.
“Well, the two boys are piling home double quick—they’ll be here in a few minutes,” said he, with relief.
The mother was secretly relieved also, as she had felt concerned over the delay of the boys and the approaching storm.
“Let’s run up and see ’em come around the north end!” shouted Dudley, excitedly.
“Let’s all go,” said Paul, looking at Mrs. Remington invitingly.
Without parley they started for the nearest point which the boys would make before running into the lee of the island.
By the time the eager Islanders reached the north end the dory was almost there.
“She’s carrying too much sail! They ought to’ve reefed her,” exclaimed the Captain, trying to make himself heard above the roaring of the wind.
“Well, they’re here now,” sighed Mrs. Remington.
While every one on shore strained eyes to watch the dory manœuvre as she approached the narrow passage between the ledges of rock leading to safety in the lee, an extra squall rendered the over-rigged boat unmanageable. Over she went!