Phadric and Ivor caught sight of it almost at the same moment.

To my surprise Macrae suddenly rose and put a rosad upon it. I could hear the wind through his clothes as he stood by the mast.

The rosad or spell was, of course, in the Gaelic; but its meaning was something like this—

Ho, ro, O Ron dubh, O Ron dubh!

An ainm an Athar, O Ron!

’S an mhic, O Ron!

’S an Spioraid Naoimh.

O Ron-à-mhàra, O Ron dubh!

Ho, ro, O black Seal, O black Seal!

In the name of the Father,