"You can't stay here until you die." "That's all that's left to me.

I'd like to go back to the old country, but I couldn't stand it.

I'll last longer here, and here I'll stay until I peg out; but I wish to God I'd never seen the Solomons, that's all." He declined to sleep ashore, took his orders, and went back on board the cutter.

A lurid sunset was blotted out by the heaviest squall of the day, and Sheldon watched the whale-boat arrive in the thick of it.

As the spritsail was taken in and the boat headed on to the beach, he was aware of a distinct hurt at sight of Joan at the steering-oar, standing erect and swaying her strength to it as she resisted the pressures that tended to throw the craft broadside in the surf.