he violent wind; but he carried
the anchor up to the shore, and buried one of the flukes in the sand.

From the boat he could no longer see the steamer's lights. But, when he
had planted the anchor, he went ashore, and walked down to the
projecting point, from the end of which, if it had been light enough, he
could have seen the whole of the north side of Potter's Island. The port
light of the Sylph was still in sight, but in a few minutes it
disappeared. Neither of the signal-lights could be seen; and this
indicated that the steamer was headed away from Dory's position, or had
stopped her screw.

Presently he saw some white lights moving about. He judged that they
were lanterns in the hands of the men. Beyond this he could form no idea
what was going on. He watched the lanterns for twenty minutes or more.
He supposed the steamer was picking up her boats, if she had sent any
out: if not, they must be examining the shore in search of the Goldwing.
Dory was sure they would not find her, and he felt entirely easy.

About this time it began to rain. The skipper had on nothing but his
shirt and trousers, and the rain felt wet to him. He did not like the
feeling of it. He had played his part as far as he could that night. If
his uncle discovered him in his present retreat, he could not help
himself. There was nothing more that he could do to keep out of the way
of the steamer. He might as well get into the cabin out of the rain, and
take his chances.

As he started to return to the boat, he took a last look to the
southward. The lanterns had disappeared some time before, but now the
port light of the Sylph came into view again. A little later he saw the
green light. Both were in sight at the same time. The steamer,
therefore, was coming towards him. He hastened back to the boat, and
waded off to her.

Dory did not believe that the Sylph's people could see the Goldwing in
the darkness and in the mist caused by the rain. He drew the slide, and
crawled into the cabin, leaving the doors open so that he could see out
upon the lake. After a while he saw the two lights of the steamer. She
was moving very slowly to the northward. The green light disappeared as
she came nearer.

The island was less than a mile from the mainland, and the Sylph was
obliged to keep half a mile from the shore to clear the shoal. She
passed the dangerous navigation, and Dory was strained up to the highest
pitch of anxiety as he waited to see whether