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our dock at Pier 4, to see the craft off, the im- 

 pulse possessed me to take a short run down the 

 coast. I sent word to the office and the house 

 that I would probably be home the next night, 

 and half an hour after the idea struck me the 

 yacht was pointing for the Narrows. I had 

 thought to put in to Delaware Bay in the morn- 

 ing, but a strong wind from the north was helping 

 us on and I decided to stick to the yacht for a few 

 hours more. The wind increased through the 

 day and the barometer threatened, while the cap- 

 tain looked anxious and said he must make for 

 Chesapeake Bay and wait at Norfolk for better 

 weather before venturing off Hatteras in a craft 

 that couldn't more than float her own engine and 

 boilers. 



When the sun went down a gale was blowing 

 and the sea stood our tub of a boat on head and 

 tail alternately, while the rolling was enough to 

 make one dizzy. I crawled into my berth in the 

 little cabin, bracing myself to keep from being 

 thrown out, and managed to get a little sleep. It 

 was the fixed gaze of the Captain that wakened 



