A puff of wind, the last vital rally of the expiring breeze, carried the _Spindrift_ forward till the punt at her moorings lay almost under her bow.
"It is Callaghan," said Meldon, "and there's only one thing which can possibly bring him here at this hour.

Something of real importance must have happened between Simpkins and Miss King.

I wonder what it is." "Catch the punt, J.J., and haul her aft till you get a hold of the buoy.

If we drift past we'll never get back again.

There's barely steerage way on the boat this minute." Meldon stepped forward.