Then came the welcome beef-tea hour, and all who had come on deck were cheered and warmed with the hot soup.

Pearl went below, and Harold, in the shelter of the charthouse, together with a good many others, looked out over the wild sea.
Harold, despite the wild turmoil of winds and seas around him, which usually lifted his spirits, was sad, feeling lonely and wretched; he was suffering from the recoil of his little friend's charming presence.

Pearl came on deck again looking for him.

He did not see her, and the child, seeing an opening for a new game, avoided both her father and mother, who also stood in the shelter of the charthouse, and ran round behind it on the weather side, calling a loud 'Boo!' to attract Harold's attention as she ran.
A few seconds later the _Scoriac_ put her nose into a coming wave at just the angle which makes for the full exercise of the opposing forces.

The great wave seemed to strike the ship on the port quarter like a giant hammer; and for an instant she stood still, trembling.