Jim said he didn't believe he could go any further--so scared he hadn't hardly any strength left, he said.

But I said, come on, if we get left on this wreck we are in a fix, sure.

So on we prowled again.

We struck for the stern of the texas, and found it, and then scrabbled along forwards on the skylight, hanging on from shutter to shutter, for the edge of the skylight was in the water.

When we got pretty close to the cross-hall door there was the skiff, sure enough! I could just barely see her.