He kicked Alphonse awake, and said, "Don't you think you could get her off if you hauled up the anchor ?" For a minute or two Alphonse turned the idea hazily over in his apology for a mind; then, with a hasty exclamation, he ran to the side, and saw dimly the taut anchor chain.

He blundered below, lugged Adolphe out of his berth and on deck, and for five excited minutes they explained to one another that the anchor was embedded in the sandbank, and that it held the _Petrel_ on it.

Then soberly and slowly they got to work on the capstan, and hauled up the anchor.

A dozen turns of the propeller drew the _Petrel_ off the bank and into deep water.

In three minutes they had her about and steamed off towards the marooned, while Tinker in the galley was heating water for coffee and making soup.
In the meanwhile Dorothy and Sir Tancred, ignorant of their plight, had spent a delightful afternoon exploring with a never-tiring interest one another's souls.