We're goin' to drift.' "And that's what we done.

I tried to anchor, but we wa'n't over the ledge and the iron wouldn't reach bottom by a mile, more or less.

I rigged up a sail out of the oar and the canvas spray shield, but there wa'n't wind enough to give us steerageway.

So we drifted and drifted, out to sea.

And by and by the fog come down and shut us in, and that fixed what little hope I had of bein' seen by the life patrol on shore.
"The breeze died out flat about three o'clock.