'Twere wonderful how you cracked her through! There's nary a man on the coast could have done better'n that!" "'Twere easy enough," David boasted with a laugh as he wiped the spray from his face, and unshipping the rudder proceeded to scull the boat into a natural berth between the rocks.
Hardly a breath of the gale raging outside reached them in their snug little harbour.

The boat was made fast with the painter to a ledge, and the boys climed to the high rocky shore.
An excellent camping place was discovered a hundred yards back in a grove of stunted spruce trees that had rooted themselves in the scant soil that covered the rocks, and held fast, despite the Arctic blasts that swept across the Bay to rake the island during the long winters.
Here the tent was pitched, and everything carried up from the boat and stowed within to dry.

Fifteen minutes later the tent stove was crackling cheerily and sending forth comfort to the drenched young mariners.

"There'll be no hurry in the marnin'," said David when they had eaten supper and lighted a candle.

"We'll stay up to-night till we gets the outfit all dried, and if we're late about un we'll sleep a bit later in the marnin', to make up.