He sat up to shift his position, when something which he saw on the northern horizon drove the clouds from his face. This was a great day for Dick. “Look, Annie!” He was pointing eagerly. “Look there!”
“Where?”
“Can't you see it—the Anne?”
Then Annie's heart leaped too. And she ordered Dick to ease off the sheet, adding only, “We 'll meet her, shan't we?” To which Dick responded with a nod.
So they headed north, with everything drawing full and the bubbles dancing by. Pink saw them and came up into the wind. The Captain slipped alongside, a sailor caught the painter, Dick handed Annie up, clambered after, stepped to the wheel, and they swung slowly off.
“Make the boat fast astern,” called Dick to one of the revenue cutter men.
“All right, sir.”
“Things gone all right, Pink?”
“First class. Not much wind in the Straits.”
“I hardly thought there would be.”