The oars were got out, and presently it was backing water within ten paces of her.
"Go round there," she called, pointing to the little bay, "and I will meet you." By the time that she had got to the spot the boat was already beached, and a tall, thin, kindly-faced man was addressing her in an unmistakable Yankee accent, "Cast away, Miss ?" he said interrogatively.
"Yes," gasped Augusta; "we are the survivors of the Kangaroo, which sank in a collision with a whaler about a week ago." "Ah!" said the captain, "with a whaler?
Then I guess that's where my consort has gone to.

She's been missing about a week, and I put in here to see if I could get upon her tracks--also to fill up with water.

Well, she was well insured, anyway, and when last we spoke her, she had made a very poor catch.

But perhaps, Miss, you will, at your convenience, favour me with a few particulars ?" Accordingly, Augusta sketched the history of their terrible adventure in as few words as possible; and the tale was one that made even the phlegmatic Yankee captain stare.

Then she took him, followed by the crew, to the hut where Meeson lay dead, and to the other hut, where she and Dick had slept upon the previous night.
"Wall, Miss," said the captain, whose name was Thomas, "I guess that you and the youngster will be almost ready to vacate these apartments; so, if you please, I will send you off to the ship, the Harpoon--that's her name--of Norfolk, in the United States.