He took off the greatcoat, and hung it upon the bushes where the wind would have a fair chance at it, and he believed that in the morning it would be dry, too.

Then, finding his powder untouched by the water, he withdrew the wet charges from the pistols and reloaded them.
If he had not been seasoned by a life in the wilderness and countless hardships he probably would have perished from exhaustion and cold, but his strong, enduring frame threw off the chill, and he did not pause for three full hours until he had made a successful fight for his life.

Then very tired but fairly warm he stopped for a while, and became conscious that the wind had died to a great extent.

The rollers were not half so high and the hulk of the ship showed larger and clearer than ever.

He believed that when the storm ceased he could board her and find food, if he did not find it elsewhere.