She was away like a racehorse, clearing Balesuna Shoal with half a cable-length to spare.

Just before she rounded the point she was swallowed up in a terrific squall that far out-blew the first.
All that night, while squall after squall smote Berande, uprooting trees, overthrowing copra-sheds, and rocking the house on its tall piles, Sheldon slept.

He was unaware of the commotion.

He never wakened.

Nor did he change his position or dream.