Now she lay anchored at the edge of the channel.

For the want of something more important to do I took down my shot gun and began to polish its already glittering barrels.
Try as I might I could not get the memory of my adventure in the "tempest" out of my head.

I reviewed it from end to end, thinking of many things I might have done which, in the light of what followed, would have been better and more sensible.

If, instead of leaving the coachman, I had remained to help him with the frightened horse, I should have been better employed.

Between us we could have subdued the animal and Miss Colton might have ridden home.