"Probably Pam told him not to--then he wouldn’t, and I expect _this_ girl appealed to Pam to hold her tongue. You know what she is--Pam, I mean--at any time, and just now she’s full up with notions about helping all the world--the Girl Guides’ profession. She’d bear anything, of course," so said Crow, understanding her sister. "And this young person would let----" Adrian checked the comment. "Hold up, Crow, let’s talk about the weather! Jolly fine for the time of year, isn’t it? Who was it said ’We’ve been having a lot of weather lately?’ We are to-night, about a month of weather in twelve hours!" So these two laughed and "carried on" through the bleak storm, while the one who had caused it all lay sleeping soundly among her pillows. After a bit they fell silent, just doing their work, they were tired, of course, and talking against the howlings of the night was exhausting work. An hour passed; it seemed a whole night; it seemed as though the horror had been going on through endless ages. Crow stood up and stretched. "I’m going to make you some cocoa," she said. "Right-o!" agreed Adrian cheerfully. Presently she came back with a big cup and two stout bacon sandwiches, a thing Adrian greatly liked. "Now I’ll fetch mine," said Crow; and did so, planting herself firmly. "Can you manage your cocoa without spilling?" she said. "I’ve drunk it," answered her brother promptly. "Addie, it was boiling!" "Well, it’s boiling still for all I know. Ever so much warmer in the region of the waistband! Sandwiches don’t spill, thank goodness. Awfully decent grub this, Crow." When all the "grub" had gone the way of the boiling cocoa, the pair felt more conversational. "We don’t seem to pick up the lighthouse, Addie," said Crow tentatively. Adrian agreed; he also said that by all his calculations they ought to have run bang on to Bell Bay beach about half an hour ago. "We’ve nothing to steer by but the wind," he allowed, "and that may change. One never knows. What time is it, Crow?" Christobel said it was after twelve o’clock. "I wish we could hear that siren. But, Addie, we may be going the wrong way!" "Probably are, my child. I tell you honestly I’m not sure of anything in the wind line--and I’m not sure whether we are going with the tide or against it--well, naturally, considering I don’t know where we are going. It’s about the rummest old stunt I ever played up to--quite a new experience, in polite language." "I wish day would come," said Christobel. "Addie, do you remember the thunderstorm?" Adrian looked round to see what the dinghy was doing. Crow laughed; then she said in a warning voice: "And you _quite_ understand that if you even dared to get out and bale her, I’ll scream. I’ll begin, and not stop. It would be worse than the lighthouse siren." "I won’t bale her out now, but I think I ought to shorten the painter," said Adrian thoughtfully; "the thing will snap--just look at that."