this,' I
thought, and waited.
'He insists on coming,' said Boehme.
'Ach!' (an ejaculation of surprise and protest from von Bruening).
'I said the _25th_.'
'Why?'
'The tide serves well. The night-train, of course. Tell Grimm to be
ready--' (An inaudible question from von Bruening.) 'No, any weather.'
A laugh from von Bruening and some words I could not catch.
'Only one, with half a load.'
'. . .meet?'
'At the station.'
'So--how's the fog?'
This appeared to be really the end. Both men rose and steps came
towards the window. I leapt aside as I heard it thrown up, and
covered by the noise backed into safety. Von Bruening called 'Grimm!'
and that, and the open window, decided me that my line of advance was
now too dangerous to retreat by. The only alternative was to make a
circuit round the bigger of the two buildings--and an interminable
circuit it seemed--and all the while I knew my compass-course
'south-east' was growing nugatory. I passed a padlocked door, two
corners, and faced the void of fog. Out came the compass, and I
steadied myself for the sum. 'South-east before--I'm farther to the
eastward now--east will about do'; and off I went, with an error of
four whole points, over tussocks and deep sand. The beach seemed much
farther off than I had thought, and I began to get alarmed, puzzled
over the compass several times, and finally realized that I had lost
my way. I had the sense not to make matters worse by trying to find
it again, and, as the lesser of two evils, blew my whistle, softly at
first, then louder. The bray of a foghorn sounded right _behind_ me.
I whistled again and then ran for my life, the horn sounding at
intervals. In three or four minutes I was on the beach and in the
dinghy.
XXIII. A Change of Tactics
WE pushed off without a word, and paddled out of sight of the beach.
A voice was approaching, hailing us. 'Hail back,' whispered Davies;
'pretend we're a galliot.'
'Ho-a,' I shouted, 'where am I?'
'Off Memmert,' came back. 'Where are you bound?'
'Delfzyl,' whispered Davies.
'Delf-zyl,' I bawled.
A sentence ending with 'anchor' was returned.
'The flood's tearing east,' whispered Davies; 'sit still.'
We heard no more, and, after a few minutes' drifting 'What luck?'
said Davies.
'One or two clues, and an invitation to supper.'
The clues I left till later; the invitation was the thing, and I
explained its urgency.
'How will _they_ get back?' s
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