The heavy painter had been lost when the sea-anchor went adrift.

The 'James Caird' could be seen but dimly in the cove, where the high black cliffs made the darkness almost complete, and the strain upon one's attention was great.

After several hours had passed I found that my desire for sleep was becoming irresistible, and at 1 a.m.I called Crean.

I could hear him groaning as he stumbled over the sharp rocks on his way down the beach.

While he was taking charge of the 'James Caird' she got adrift, and we had some anxious moments.