We missed Newcastle on the way coming; we didn't see the light, and it was not thick, either." This he shouted very loud, ostensibly for my hearing, but closer even than necessary, I thought, to the ear of the navigating officer.

Again I tried to persuade them to be towed into the port of refuge so near at hand.

It would have cost them only the trouble of weighing their anchor and passing me a rope; of this I assured them, but they declined even this, in sheer ignorance of a rational course.
"What is your depth of water ?" I asked.
"Don't know; we lost our lead.

All the chain is out.

We sounded with the anchor." "Send your dinghy over, and I'll give you a lead." "We've lost our dinghy, too," they cried.
"God is good, else you would have lost yourselves," and "Farewell" was all I could say.
The trifling service proffered by the _Spray_ would have saved their vessel.
"Report us," they cried, as I stood on--"report us with sails blown away, and that we don't care a dash and are not afraid." "Then there is no hope for you," and again "Farewell." I promised I would report them, and did so at the first opportunity, and out of humane reasons I do so again.