captain and mate followed his gaze around from the lonely rock of Pitcairn to the crew clustering forward and waiting anxiously for the announcement of a decision. McCoy did not hurry. He thought smoothly and slowly, step by step, with the certitude of a mind that was never vexed or outraged by life.
"The wind is light now," he said finally. "There is a heavy current setting to the westward."
"That's what made us fetch to leeward," the captain interrupted, desiring to vindicate his seamanship.
"Yes, that is what fetched you to leeward," McCoy went on. "Well, you can't work up against this current today. And if you did, there is no beach. Your ship will be a total loss."
He paused, and captain and mate looked despair at each other.
"But I will tell you what you can do. The breeze will freshen tonight around midnight—see those tails of clouds and
