"Wait till you lose the swing of the decks and find your shore legs again." "Look yonder," Bertric said.

"There is the other ship." We had forgotten her for a time in our own perils.

She had followed our course, though for what reason we could not tell.

Now she had borne up and was heading away westward, some four miles from shore, and sailing well and swiftly, being a great longship.

Soon a gray wall of rain swept over her and hid her, and when it cleared in half an hour's time she was beyond our sight.
It seemed pretty certain by this time that there could be no people on this side of the island at least, or they would have been here.
We climbed to the highest of the sand hills, and looked over what we could see of the place, but there was no sign of hut or man.
Beyond the sand hills there was a stretch of open moorland, which rose to the hill across by the strait between us and the mainland, and both hill and moor were alike green and fresh--or seemed so to us after the long days at sea.