CHAPTER V. VOICES HEARD IN THE MIST
The sun became fainter still, and vanished. Though the air round the dinghy seemed quite clear, the on-coming boats were hazy and dim, and that part of the horizon that had been fairly clear was now blotted out.
The long-boat was leading by a good way. When she was within hailing distance the captain’s voice came.
“ Dinghy ahoy!”
“ Ahoy!”
“ Fetch alongside here!”
The long-boat ceased rowing to wait for the quarter-boat that was slowly creeping up. She was a heavy boat to pull at all times, and now she was overloaded.
The wrath of Captain Le Farge with Paddy Button for the way he had stampeded the crew was profound, but he had not time to give vent to it.
“ Here, get aboard us, Mr Lestrange!” said he, when the dinghy was alongside; “we h
