Mrs.Bascom was at his elbow.
"Why, Seth!" she cried, "why, Seth! it's Eastboro, ain't it?
We're close to Eastboro." Seth nodded.

"It's Eastboro," he said.

"I cal'lated we must be there or thereabouts.

With that no'theast breeze to help us we couldn't do much else but fetch up at the inner end of the Back Harbor." She laid her hand timidly on his arm.
"Seth," she whispered, "what should we have done without you?
You saved our lives." He swung about and faced her.

"Emeline," he said, "we've both been awful fools.