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"
It
is
a
good
word
--
"
I
began
.
"
But
I
must
not
overwork
it
,
"
she
broke
in
.
But
she
laughed
weakly
,
and
her
head
drooped
again
.
I
left
the
oar
long
enough
to
tuck
the
blankets
about
her
feet
and
to
pull
a
single
fold
across
her
face
.
Alas
!
she
was
not
strong
.
I
looked
with
misgiving
toward
the
south-west
and
thought
of
the
six
hundred
miles
of
hardship
before
us
--
ay
,
if
it
were
no
worse
than
hardship
.
On
this
sea
a
storm
might
blow
up
at
any
moment
and
destroy
us
.
And
yet
I
was
unafraid
.
I
was
without
confidence
in
the
future
,
extremely
doubtful
,
and
yet
I
felt
no
underlying
fear
.
It
must
come
right
,
it
must
come
right
,
I
repeated
to
myself
,
over
and
over
again
.
The
wind
freshened
in
the
afternoon
,
raising
a
stiffer
sea
and
trying
the
boat
and
me
severely
.
But
the
supply
of
food
and
the
nine
breakers
of
water
enabled
the
boat
to
stand
up
to
the
sea
and
wind
,
and
I
held
on
as
long
as
I
dared
.
Then
I
removed
the
sprit
,
tightly
hauling
down
the
peak
of
the
sail
,
and
we
raced
along
under
what
sailors
call
a
leg-of-mutton
.
Late
in
the
afternoon
I
sighted
a
steamer
's
smoke
on
the
horizon
to
leeward
,
and
I
knew
it
either
for
a
Russian
cruiser
,
or
,
more
likely
,
the
Macedonia
still
seeking
the
Ghost
.
The
sun
had
not
shone
all
day
,
and
it
had
been
bitter
cold
.
As
night
drew
on
,
the
clouds
darkened
and
the
wind
freshened
,
so
that
when
Maud
and
I
ate
supper
it
was
with
our
mittens
on
and
with
me
still
steering
and
eating
morsels
between
puffs
.
By
the
time
it
was
dark
,
wind
and
sea
had
become
too
strong
for
the
boat
,
and
I
reluctantly
took
in
the
sail
and
set
about
making
a
drag
or
sea-anchor
.
I
had
learned
of
the
device
from
the
talk
of
the
hunters
,
and
it
was
a
simple
thing
to
manufacture
.
Furling
the
sail
and
lashing
it
securely
about
the
mast
,
boom
,
sprit
,
and
two
pairs
of
spare
oars
,
I
threw
it
overboard
.
A
line
connected
it
with
the
bow
,
and
as
it
floated
low
in
the
water
,
practically
unexposed
to
the
wind
,
it
drifted
less
rapidly
than
the
boat
.
In
consequence
it
held
the
boat
bow
on
to
the
sea
and
wind
--
the
safest
position
in
which
to
escape
being
swamped
when
the
sea
is
breaking
into
whitecaps
.
"
And
now
?
"
Maud
asked
cheerfully
,
when
the
task
was
accomplished
and
I
pulled
on
my
mittens
.
"
And
now
we
are
no
longer
travelling
toward
Japan
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Our
drift
is
to
the
south-east
,
or
south-south-east
,
at
the
rate
of
at
least
two
miles
an
hour
.
"
"
That
will
be
only
twenty-four
miles
,
"
she
urged
,
"
if
the
wind
remains
high
all
night
.
"
