CHAPTER XII.
SOUTHAMPTON QUAY.
When Augusta opened her eyes again she became conscious of a violent rolling motion that she could not mistake.

They were at sea.
She got up, smoothed her hair, and went on deck, to find that she had slept for many hours, for the sun was setting.

She went aft to where Mrs.
Thomas was sitting near the wheel with little Dick beside her, and after greeting them, turned to watch the sunset.

The sight was a beautiful one enough, for the great waves, driven by the westerly wind, which in these latitudes is nearly always blowing half a gale, were rushing past them wild and free, and the sharp spray of their foaming crests struck upon her forehead like a whip.

The sun was setting, and the arrows of the dying light flew fast and far across the billowy bosom of the deep.