Keep your lips stiff, fellows, and we'll be eating breakfast ashore!" The dingey pulled off again, narrowly escaping capsizing more than once, and ten minutes afterwards the _Catspaw_ was once more wallowing along in the wake of the cruisers.

Supper, with bacon and potatoes and lots of bread, perked the crew up mightily, and when the stars began to peep through the scudding clouds and the sea stopped tormenting the poor old _Catspaw_ they got quite cheerful.

That second night was an easy one for all hands.

The weather cleared entirely by two o'clock and the sea calmed to almost normal conditions.

The _Catspaw_ strained along at the ends of the cables at about three miles an hour until she got close enough to the shore to feel the tide.