Nothing more of an unusual nature occurred during the night. At six in the morning the Sea Scouts turned out, to find that the summer gale had blown itself out and that the sky was cloudless and the wind a gentle breeze from the west'ard.
"Not so much noise, you fellows," cautioned Desmond. "There's an injured man on board, remember."
"Tell us what happened," asked Bedford.
"There's nothing much to tell," replied the Patrol Leader. "We just went out, found Mr. Collinson with his arm broken, and brought the yacht in."
"How did he get his arm broken?" inquired the Tenderfoot.
"None of us knows," was the reply.
"I'd like to find out," continued Coles, scenting a mystery.
"You will soon, I expect," rejoined the Patrol Leader. "Now then; who's cook?"
"Bedford," replied three voices in chorus.
"Right-o! Get to work, old son," said Desmond, turning to the "cook of the day"; "and don't give us salt-water cocoa for breakfast."