Immediately I saw she was safe I ran the 'James Caird' in.

Some of us scrambled up the beach through the fringe of the surf and slipped the painter round a rock, so as to hold the boat against the backwash.
Then we began to get the stores and gear out, working like men possessed, for the boats could not be pulled up till they had been emptied.

The blubber-stove was quickly alight and the cook began to prepare a hot drink.

We were labouring at the boats when I noticed Rickenson turn white and stagger in the surf.

I pulled him out of reach of the water and sent him up to the stove, which had been placed in the shelter of some rocks.