But her faith in the boat was justified, for she sailed wonderfully well with the beam wind.

The big rowing boat astern began to go somewhat to leeward also, with the set of wind and wave and the tide together on her high side.
Now I glanced at the island which was lessening fast astern.

I could make out that the men were still on the beach, searching, as it seemed, for what they might pick up of value from the wreck.

The hermits were safe so far, and I told Gerda so in a word or two, and she smiled for the first time since we put off from shore.

Her fear for our kind hosts passed from her for the moment.
We covered a mile or more in silence after that, tugging grimly at the oars, with a wary eye on the waves as they came.