CHAPTER VII
PUT IN THE BRIG
THE wind had hauled suddenly and the fog was rapidly lifting as Pemberley came out to where they sat, a pair of oars over his shoulder.
"Who wants to row in for the mail and some provisions?" he asked.
"I do!" said Garth, seizing his father's hand.
"You must come, too, Miss Kirkland," said Jim. "We're all going, and a monster might come up out of the sea and eat you, if you stayed here!"
"Indeed it might!" said Joan. "I've never seen such a ghostly place as the fog made of this."
They joined Elspeth on the pier, where Jim gave a few parting directions to Caleb. The lighthouse boat easily held the four, and Jim and Elspeth rowed, while Garth steered.
"Sing, Fogger!" he commanded, when they were well out from the landing.
"Fogger's an appropriate name for me just
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