I do not think we are more than two miles from Bryngelly, and if we are lucky we may get there before the weather breaks." "Yes, _if_ we are lucky," he said grimly, as he bent himself to the work.

"But the question is where to paddle to--it's so dark.

Had not we better run for the shore ?" "We are in the middle of the bay now," she answered, "and almost as far from the nearest land as we are from Bryngelly, besides it is all rocks.
No, you must go straight on.

You will see the Poise light beyond Coed presently.

You know Coed is four miles on the other side of Bryngelly, so when you see it head to the left." He obeyed her, and they neither of them spoke any more for some time.
Indeed the rising wind made conversation difficult, and so far as Geoffrey was concerned he had little breath left to spare for words.