He knew where he was, because he had steamed along the coast on board the cattle boat.
The Anglesey shore was fringed by reefs, the tide-races ran in white turmoil across the ledges.

The tide had now nearly run out, but when they turned the corner at Carmel Point they would meet the flood stream and the big combers the gale drove up channel.

Going to the pilot-house, Lister lighted his pipe.
"A fierce night!" he remarked to Brown, who peered through the spray-swept glass.

"I reckon you'll want to slow down when we make Carmel." The house was dark, but Lister saw the captain turn.

"I'm bothered," Brown admitted.