"You're to have some coffee and turn in, Han." "Coffee!" murmured the other gratefully.

"Have you had some ?" "No, I'll get mine later.

Beat it, you!" Han disappeared in the darkness and Perry, wrapping himself as best he could in the folds of his slicker, settled himself to his task.

Now and then he looked back for a glimpse of the friendly light at the stern or for sight of the _Adventurer_.

The wind made strange whistling sounds through the interstices of the lumber and the battered hull groaned and creaked rheumatically.