CHAPTER XIII
"THE SEA IS A TYRANT"
KEN stumbled into the open door of Applegate Farm at three the next morning. Felicia was asleep in a chair by the cold ashes of the fire. A guttering candle burned on the table. She woke instantly and stared at him with wide eyes.
"What is it?" she said, and then sprang up. "Alone?"
"Yes," Ken said. "Not yet. I'm going back in a little while. I wanted to tell you how everybody is working, and all."
She ran to bring him something to eat, while he flung himself down before the hearth, dead tired.
"The fog's still down heavy," he said, when she came back. "The coast guard's been out all night. There are men on shore, too, and some other little boats."
"But the tide was running out," Phil said. "He's gone. Kirk's—gone, Ken!"
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