You pay the regulation price, and that's all." A gust of the gale caught the light shell and swept it broadside for a score of feet.

The spray drove inboard in a continuous stinging shower, and Frona at once fell to work with the bailing-can.
"I hope we're blown ashore," he shouted, stooping forward to the oars.
"It would be embarrassing--for you." He looked up savagely into her face.
"No," she modified; "but it would be very miserable for both of us,--a night without tent, blankets, or fire.

Besides, we're not going to blow ashore." She stepped out on the slippery rocks and helped him heave up the canvas craft and tilt the water out.

On either side uprose bare wet walls of rock.

A heavy sleet was falling steadily, through which a few streaming caches showed in the gathering darkness.
"You'd better hurry up," he advised, thanking her for the assistance and relaunching the boat.