But in the turmoil of the rising gale and the confusion of the night, this was no very satisfactory guide.

At length, however, a broad and brilliant flash sprung out across the sea, almost straight ahead of him.

It was the Poise light.
He altered his course a little and paddled steadily on.

And now the squall was breaking.

Fortunately, it was not a very heavy one, or their frail craft must have sunk and they with it.