"It is very cold," he said ruefully.
So it was, for the June nights in the north have still a nip in the air.

I told him that sea water has no harm in it, but at the same time thought we might as well get out the oars and make what way we could.

Then when we lifted the sail and looked for them, there were none.

Only the short steering oar was there; but the new pair I had made myself this winter were gone.

No doubt the pirates had put them in their own boat, for they were good.