We strained our eyes to windward in the darkness in the hope of catching a return signal and repeated our flashes at intervals.
My anxiety, as a matter of fact, was groundless.

I will quote Worsley's own account of what happened to the 'Dudley Docker': "About midnight we lost sight of the 'James Caird' with the 'Stancomb Wills' in tow, but not long after saw the light of the 'James Caird's' compass-lamp, which Sir Ernest was flashing on their sail as a guide to us.

We answered by lighting our candle under the tent and letting the light shine through.

At the same time we got the direction of the wind and how we were hauling from my little pocket-compass, the boat's compass being smashed.

With this candle our poor fellows lit their pipes, their only solace, as our raging thirst prevented us from eating anything.