“Dada!”
Ian shouted suddenly and pointed.
True enough, they could see Fergus standing by the rails, staring in anguish to where his son was being carried away by the wind and tide.
“If only we had oars!”
The Duke swore under his breath and then reaching forward, he smashed both his fists down hard on the other wooden seat.
Viola screamed as splinters flew in the air, but the wood, which was obviously half-rotten, broke away easily and he seized the plank to use as an oar.
His powerful shoulders sent the boat flying through the water towards Fergus.
“Robert, well done. You have saved us!”
He shook his head grimly as he paddled furiously, trying to keep the dinghy on a straight course.
“Not yet, my darling girl, not yet. Look! You can see the currents swirling round the fishing b
