the corner and took the road along the valley, the wind caught them full in the face and Mark was blown back violently against the swinging gate of the drive.  The light of the lanthorns shining on a rut in the road showed a field-mouse hurrying inland before the rushing gale.  Mark bent double to force himself to keep up with the others, lest somebody should think, by his inability to maintain an equal pace that he ought to follow the field-mouse back home.  After they had struggled on for a while a bend of the valley gave them a few minutes of easy progress and Mark listened while Ernie Hockin explained to the Vicar what had happened: 

“Just before dark Eddowes the coastguard said he reckoned there was a brig making very heavy weather of it and he shouldn’t be surprised if she come ashore tonight.  Couldn’t seem to beat out of the bay noways, he said.  And afterwards about nine o’clock when me and Joe here and some of the chaps were in the bar to the Hanover, Eddowes come in again and said she was in a bad way by the looks of her last thing he saw, and he telephoned along to Lanyon to ask if they’d seen her down to the lifeboat house.  They reckoned she was all right to the lifeboat, and old man Timbury who do always go against anything Eddowes do say shouted that of course she was all right because he’d taken a look at her through his glass before it grew dark.  Of course she was all right.  ‘She’s on a lee shore,’ said Eddowes.  ’It don’t take a coastguard to tell that,’ said old man Timbury.  And then they got to talking one against the other the same as they belong, and they’d soon got back to the same old talk whether Jackie Fisher was the finest admiral who ever lived or no use at all.  ‘What’s the good in your talking to me?’ old man Timbury was saying.  ‘Why afore you was born I’ve seen’ . . . and we all started in to shout ‘ships o’ the line, frigates, and cavattes,’ because we belong to mock him like that, when somebody called ’Hark, listen, wasn’t that a rocket?’ That fetched us all outside into the road where we stood listening.  The wind was blowing harder than ever, and there was a parcel of sea rising.  You could hear it against Shag Rock over the wind.  Eddowes, he were a bit upset to think he should have been talking and not a-heard the rocket.  But there wasn’t a light in the sky, and when we went home along about half past nine we saw Eddowes again and he said he’d been so far as Church Cove and should walk up along to the Bar.  No mistake, Mr. Trehawke, he’s a handy chap is Eddowes for the coastguard job.  And then about eleven o’clock he saw two rockets close in to Church Cove and he come running back and telephoned to Lanyon, but they said no one couldn’t launch a boat to-night, and Eddowes he come banging on the doors and windows shouting ‘A Wreck’ and some of us took ropes along with Eddowes, and me and Joe here come and fetched you along.  Eddowes said he’s afeard she’ll strike in Dollar Cove unless she’s lucky and come ashore in Church Cove.”