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to port minus her passengers。〃
〃That it would；〃 answered Binny； scrambling down the rocks。
Sandpeep Island is diamond…shapedone point running out into the sea；
and the other looking towards the town。 Our tent was on the river…side。
Though the Dolphin was also on the same side； she lay out of sight by the
beach at the farther extremity of the island。
Binny Wallace had been absent five or six minutes when we heard him
calling our several names in tones that indicated distress or surprise； we
could not tell which。 Our first thought was； 〃The boat has broken adrift！〃
We sprung to our feet and hastened down to the beach。 On turning the
bluff which hid the mooring…place from our view； we found the conjecture
correct。 Not only was the Dolphin afloat； but poor little Binny Wallace
was standing in the bows with his arms stretched helplessly towards us
drifting out to sea！
〃Head the boat inshore！〃 shouted Phil Adams。
Wallace ran to the tiller； but the slight cockle…shell merely swung
round and drifted broadside on。 Oh； if we had but left a single scull in the
Dolphin！
〃Can you swim it？〃 cried Adams desperately； using his hand as a
speaking…trumpet； for the distance between the boat and the island
widened momently。
Binny Wallace looked down at the sea； which was covered with white
caps； and made a despairing gesture。 He knew； and we knew； that the
stoutest swimmer could not live forty seconds in those angry waters。
A wild； insane light came into Phil Adam's eyes； as he stood knee…
deep in the boiling surf； and for an instant I think he meditated plunging
into the ocean after the receding boat。
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The sky darkened； and an ugly look stole rapidly over the broken
surface of the sea。
Binny Wallace half rose from his seat in the stern； and waved his hand
to us in token of farewell。 In spite of the distance； increasing every
moment； we could see his face plainly。 The anxious expression it wore at
first had passed。 It was pale and meek now； and I love to think there was a
kind of halo about it； like that which painters place around the forehead of
a saint。 So he drifted away。
The sky grew darker and darker。 It was only by straining our eyes
through the unnatural twilight that we could keep the Dolphin in sight。
The figure of Binny Wallace was no longer visible； for the boat itself had
dwindled to a mere white dot on the black water。 Now we lost it； and our
hearts stopped throbbing； and now the speck appeared again； for an instant；
on the crest of a high wave。
Finally it went out like a spark； and we saw it no more。 Then we gazed
at one another； and dared not speak。
Absorbed in following the course of the boat； we had scarcely noticed
the huddled inky clouds that sagged heavily all around us。 From these
threatening masses； seamed at intervals with pale lightning； there now
burst a heavy peal of thunder that shook the ground under our feet。 A
sudden squall struck the sea； ploughing deep white furrows into it； and at
the same instant a single piercing shriek rose above the tempestthe
frightened cry of a gull swooping over the island。 How it startled us！
It was impossible any longer to keep our footing on the beach。 The
wind and the breakers would have swept us into the ocean if we had not
clung to one another with the desperation of drowning men。 Taking
advantage of a momentary lull； we crawled up the sands on our hands and
knees； and； pausing in the lee of the granite ledge to gain breath； returned
to the camp； where we found that the gale had snapped all the fastenings
of the tent but one。 Held by this； the puffed…out canvas swayed in the wind
like a balloon。 It was a task of some difficulty to secure it； which we did
by beating down the canvas with the oars。
After several trials； we succeeded in setting up the tent on the leeward
side of the ledge。 Blinded by the vivid flashes of lightning； and drenched
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by the rain； which fell in torrents； we crept； half dead with fear and
anguish； under our flimsy shelter。 Neither the anguish nor the fear was on
our own account； for we were comparatively safe； but for poor little Binny
Wallace； driven out to sea in the merciless gale。 We shuddered to think of
him in that frail shell； drifting on and on to his grave； the sky rent with
lightning over his head； and the green abysses yawning beneath him。 We
suddenly fell to crying； and cried I know not how long。
Meanwhile the storm raged with augmented fury。 We were obliged to
hold on to the ropes of the tent to prevent it blowing away。 The spray from
the river leaped several yards up the rocks and clutched at us malignantly。
The very island trembled with the concussions of the sea beating upon it；
and at times I fancied that it had broken loose from its foundation and was
floating off with us。 The breakers； streaked with angry phosphorus； were
fearful to look at。
The wind rose higher and higher； cutting long slits in the tent； through
which the rain poured incessantly。 To complete the sum of our miseries；
the night was at hand。 It came down abruptly； at last； like a curtain；
shutting in Sandpeep Island from all the world。
It was a dirty night； as the sailors say。 The darkness was something
that could be felt as well as seenit pressed down upon one with a cold；
clammy touch。 Gazing into the hollow blackness； all sorts of imaginable
shapes seemed to start forth from vacancy brilliant colors； stars； prisms；
and dancing lights。 What boy； lying awake at night； has not amused or
terrified himself by peopling the spaces around his bed with these
phenomena of his own eyes？
〃I say；〃 whispered Fred Langdon； at last； clutching my hand； 〃don't
you see thingsout therein the dark？〃
〃Yes； yesBinny Wallace's face！〃
I added to my own nervousness by making this avowal； though for the
last ten minutes I had seen little besides that star…pale face with its angelic
hair and brows。 First a slim yellow circle； like the nimbus round the dark
moon； took shape and grew sharp against the darkness；