Their plight was worse than ours.

We must push on somehow.

Several days must elapse before our strength would be sufficiently recovered to allow us to row or sail the last nine miles up to the head of the bay.

In the meantime we could make what preparations were possible and dry our clothes by taking advantage of every scrap of heat from the fires we lit for the cooking of our meals.

We turned in early that night, and I remember that I dreamed of the great wave and aroused my companions with a shout of warning as I saw with half-awakened eyes the towering cliff on the opposite side of the cove.