I portioned out the available ground for the tents, the galley, and other purposes, as every foot was of value.

When night arrived the 'Stancomb Wills' was still away, so I had a blubber-flare lit at the head of the channel.
About 8 p.m.

we heard a hail in the distance.

We could see nothing, but soon like a pale ghost out of the darkness came the boat, the faces of the men showing white in the glare of the fire.

Wild ran her on the beach with the swell, and within a couple of minutes we had dragged her to a place of safety.