The rain had almost ceased, but the wind still blew hard and the surf was still pounding.

Once during the darkness the waves had, from the sound, entirely covered the little beach.

Now, however, they had receded and, as the light grew, they saw that the _Adventurer_ lay, with regard to the tide, about as they had last glimpsed her.

But she had swung her stern further around, in spite of the anchor Steve had dropped, and the waves were breaking almost squarely across her.

She was a pathetic sight.