I am sure we are both too tired to row her much faster than we can sail." Terence agreed, and they accordingly stepped the mast and hoisted the sail.

At first the boat moved but slowly through the water, but the wind was freshening and, in half an hour, she was foaming along.
"Tide is against us, still," Terence said presently.

"I don't think we are any nearer Jersey that when we first saw it." "Look there!" Ryan exclaimed, a few minutes later, "there is a lugger coming out from the direction of Granville." "So there is, Dick, and with the wind behind her, she won't be very long before she is here.

I should say that she is about six or seven miles off, and an hour will bring her up to us." "I will get out an oar, Terence.

That will help us a bit.