There was a freshening blow from the southwest, but it would take the yacht half an hour to reach the deep-sea swells outside.

Her whistle blew cheerily and was answered by the single tug-boat moored to the railroad wharf.

And after that the villagers straggled back to their various daily concerns.

Even the landlord of Swan's Hotel sighed as he balanced up his books.

Business would be slack for some days to come.
The voyagers were gathered about the stern-rail and a handkerchief or two fluttered in the wind.