And Sandy looked to John and John shook his head and was thinking the sea would be too rough: there would be no fetching them now. And Sandy nodded. John was right there.
“Not to-day?” asked Diana.
John doubted it: Sandy doubted it. Diana began to doubt it.
The moor was no longer visible. The birch wood was blotted out.
“Tooke must try, Sandy—John! He must! Make him!”
“Aye,” said the two men, and like Shetland ponies they turned their backs to the storm.
“What did we leave on the island? Enough whiskey for them all?”
John shook his head.
“Not enough?” asked Diana incredulously. “There was a whole flask.”
“And there are five gentlemen to it,” said John, and he shook his head.