. The sinews of her crew were too well strung to feel much
fatigue under ordinary circumstances, but the strongest had to
acknowledge that they could not have pulled much longer.

"We must not give it up, though, lads," said Adam. "I am sure no
beachmen will be able to launch their boats to-night along the coast.
If the wind goes down ever so little, we must try it again; you will not
think of deserting the poor people if there is a chance of saving them,
I know that."

His crew responded to his appeal, and agreed to wait for the chance of
being able to get off later in the night.

Looking towards the landing-place, the tall figure of Sal of the Salt
Sea was seen standing on the edge of the pier gazing down upon them.

"Foolish men! you have had your toil for nought, yet it is well for you
that you could not reach the doomed ship. I warned you, and you
disregarded me. I commanded the winds and waves to stop your progress;
they listened to my orders and obeyed me. You will not another time
venture to disregard my warnings. Now go to your homes, and be thankful
that I did not think fit to punish you for your folly. Again I warn you
that yonder ship is doomed! is doomed! is doomed!"

While the old woman was uttering these words in the same harsh, loud
tones as before, Adam and his crew were making their way to the
landing-place. Before they reached it, however, the strange being had
disappeared in the darkness, though her voice could be heard as she took
her way apparently towards the cliffs.

"Again, lads, I say, don't let what you have heard from the poor mad
woman trouble you," exclaimed Adam. "Come to my cottage, and we will
have a bite of supper, and wait till we have the chance of getting off
again."

Dame Halliburt, expecting them, had prepared supper. The sanded floors
and rough chairs and stools which formed the furniture of her abode were
not to be injured by their dripping garments. During the meal Adam, or
one of the men, went out more than once to judge if there was likely to
be a change. Still the gale blew as fiercely as ever. Some threw
themselves down on the floor to rest, while Adam, filling his pipe, sat
in his arm-chair by the fire, still resolved as at first to persevere.

CHAPTER TWO.

AT THE WRECK.

Thus the greater part of the night passed by. Towards dawn Adam started
up. The howling of the wind in the chimney and the rattling sound of
the windows which looked towards