It's His'-- doffing his bonnet--'His wull.

And, eh, man! but it's a braw nicht for't!' Something like fear began to creep into my soul and, reminding him that I had not yet dined, I proposed we should return to the house.

But no; nothing would tear him from his place of outlook.
'I maun see the hail thing, man, Cherlie,' he explained--and then as the schooner went about a second time, 'Eh, but they han'le her bonny!' he cried.

'The _Christ-Anna_ was naething to this.' Already the men on board the schooner must have begun to realise some part, but not yet the twentieth, of the dangers that environed their doomed ship.

At every lull of the capricious wind they must have seen how fast the current swept them back.