"And it was a queer boat.
First it ran away with us, and then it threw us out and made off with itself." "We got in to look at it only," said Terry.

"It was tied to a rock, and the rope got loose and the tide carried us away." "Well then, but some poor body's blessin' was over ye, or ye weren't here," said the first man.

"It's three miles from main shore, and there's a storm comin' on." "We called God," said Terry.
"It's good for ye that ye did," said the man.

"Thank Him now that ye've got your feet on dry land again." They had scarcely touched the shore when the storm began to whistle, and soon to roar, and big waves hurled themselves on the island.

It was quite certain they could not return to Trimleston that night.