Not a vestige of a boat was to be seen, and they began to question whether it would not be possible to make a small raft, and to paddle along the foot of the cliffs.
"We need not trouble about that now," Lieutenant Myers said, "for, unless I am mistaken, we're going to have a regular Black Sea gale in an hour or two.

The wind is freshening fast, and the clouds banking up." The lieutenant was not mistaken.

In an hour the wind was blowing in furious gusts, and the sea breaking heavily in the little bay.
Having nothing to do, they sat under the shelter of a rock, and watched the progress of the gale.

The wind was blowing dead along the shore, and grew fiercer and fiercer.

Three hours passed, and then Lieutenant Myers leaped to his feet.
"See," he said, "there is a boat coming round the point!" It was so.