On his account, therefore, Morris had no anxiety, since the cook, a steady, middle-aged woman, could watch by him for the present.
He called her and gave her instructions, bidding her tell the doctor when he came that he had gone to see if he could make out anything more about the wreck, and that he would be back soon.

Then, ordering the page-boy, a stout lad, to accompany him, he descended the steps, and together, with some difficulty, they succeeded in launching the boat.
Now for a moment Morris hesitated, wondering whether he should take the young man with him; but remembering that this journey was not without its dangers, finally he decided to go alone.
"I am just going to have a sail round, Thomas, to look if I can make out anything about that ship." "Yes, sir," remarked Thomas, doubtfully.

"But it is rather a queer time to hunt for her, and in this sea-haze too, especially round the Sunk Rocks.

Shall I leave the lunch basket in the locker, sir, or take it up to the house ?" "Leave it; it wasn't touched to-day, and I might be glad of some breakfast," Morris answered.

Then, having hoisted his sail, he sat himself in the stern, with the tiller in one hand and the sheet in the other.