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 CHAPTER XXII

HEY left Trasket Rock far astern, and Hy Brasail rose on the weather bow. The wind, which had been blowing roundly, freshened and grew more squally. The blue of the sea outside darkened quickly.

"I think we'd better go about and get back to Trasket," said Joan; "I'm sorry we came so much further. You'd better give me the tiller, Garth."

He surrendered it to her, and she paid the boat off and went about with comparative ease. The Ailouros was now running free before the wind, diving into seas which grew larger every minute. The little skiff bobbed and twirled astern, frightened and unwilling. The expression of Joan's face was far from confident. Spray spattered over the weathercoaming of the boat, and broken water flew along her side as she heeled. She thrust her nose into a wave, and, as she was trying to struggle free, another caught her full on the quarter. She broached