THE TRACKS IN THE SAND A smart south-west breeze had sprung up.

White caps were dotting the Bay, and with all sails set the boat bowled along at a good speed.
David held the tiller, while Andy and Jamie busied themselves with their handbooks.

They were an hour out of Horn's Bight when David sighted the Horn boat beating up against the wind.

Drawing within hailing distance he told them of the accident.
Mrs.Horn, greatly excited, asked many questions.

David assured her that her husband's injuries were not serious, nevertheless she was quite certain Lem lay at death's door.
"'Tis the first time I leaves home in most a year," she lamented.