That was a miserable night. They all slept at times, and by changing places they all, for a while at least, found some degree of warmth. But they had been drenched through to start with and when, at last, the stormy world began to lighten their garments were still sodden and they shivered whenever they stirred. Ossie was ill toward morning, but there was nothing they could do for him except huddle closely about him. He complained of intense pains in his chest and Steve had horrible visions of pneumonia until Ossie, asked to locate the trouble more definitely, laid a trembling hand on a portion of his anatomy and muttered "Here" through chattering teeth. "That's not your chest, you idiot," said Steve, vastly relieved. "That's your stomach!" "Is it?" returned the sufferer miserably. "Well, it hurts just the same!" But after an hour he felt considerably better and went off to sleep. By that time it was early morning and they could see about them. The rain had almost ceased, but the wind still blew hard and the surf was still pounding. Once during the darkness the waves had, from the sound, entirely covered the little beach. Now, however, they had receded and, as the light grew, they saw that the _Adventurer_ lay, with regard to the tide, about as they had last glimpsed her. But she had swung her stern further around, in spite of the anchor Steve had dropped, and the waves were breaking almost squarely across her. She was a pathetic sight. Her side curtains were waving in ribands, the forward flag-pole held nothing but one tiny rag of blue bunting and the tender, torn from the chocks, was jammed between the stanchions ahead. "But she's still whole," said Steve from between blue lips. "And the storm's going down. If she isn't sprung too much, and we could only get her off of there--" "Getting her off," said Joe with a pessimism born of hunger and cold and the gloom of the early morning, "will be about as easy as moving a house with a toothpick. I dare say the sand's bedded around her two feet high." "I'm afraid so," Steve agreed. "Well, let's have something to eat. Will you have steak or chicken, Joe?" "Broiled ham and a baked potato, please, and a couple of eggs. Not more than two minutes for the eggs. And you might bring me a couple of hot biscuits--" "Oh, shut up," begged Steve miserably. "Well, you started it! Who's awake here?" "I am," muttered Perry. "Seems to me I haven't been anything but awake for ten years." "Well, want to order your breakfast now, or will you wait?" asked Joe cheerfully. "Guess I'll wait," answered Perry grimly. "Where are those crackers?" They got Ossie awake with difficulty and Steve doled out six crackers to each. The tin cup came in handy, for there was a pool of rain water in a ledge below them. "What I can't see," grumbled Ossie, "is why we didn't stay on board the boat. It would have been a lot drier than this place."