It was a porpoise.' "The Earnest slowly steaming, Captain Dane casting the lead every few minutes, creeps so near to the towering South Foreland by 2 A.M.

that one might almost throw a biscuit ashore.

The feat is on the eve of being accomplished.

The ebb is not yet so strong that he cannot make palpable progress through the tide.

The curlews up in the cliffs are shrilly heralding the dawn, or welcoming Boyton, which you please.