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I
was
scarce
back
on
my
rock
(
where
I
went
always
the
first
thing
after
I
had
eaten
)
before
I
observed
a
boat
coming
down
the
Sound
,
and
with
her
head
,
as
I
thought
,
in
my
direction
.
I
began
at
once
to
hope
and
fear
exceedingly
;
for
I
thought
these
men
might
have
thought
better
of
their
cruelty
and
be
coming
back
to
my
assistance
.
But
another
disappointment
,
such
as
yesterday
's
,
was
more
than
I
could
bear
.
I
turned
my
back
,
accordingly
,
upon
the
sea
,
and
did
not
look
again
till
I
had
counted
many
hundreds
.
The
boat
was
still
heading
for
the
island
.
The
next
time
I
counted
the
full
thousand
,
as
slowly
as
I
could
,
my
heart
beating
so
as
to
hurt
me
.
And
then
it
was
out
of
all
question
.
She
was
coming
straight
to
Earraid
!
I
could
no
longer
hold
myself
back
,
but
ran
to
the
seaside
and
out
,
from
one
rock
to
another
,
as
far
as
I
could
go
.
It
is
a
marvel
I
was
not
drowned
;
for
when
I
was
brought
to
a
stand
at
last
,
my
legs
shook
under
me
,
and
my
mouth
was
so
dry
,
I
must
wet
it
with
the
sea-water
before
I
was
able
to
shout
.
All
this
time
the
boat
was
coming
on
;
and
now
I
was
able
to
perceive
it
was
the
same
boat
and
the
same
two
men
as
yesterday
.
This
I
knew
by
their
hair
,
which
the
one
had
of
a
bright
yellow
and
the
other
black
.
But
now
there
was
a
third
man
along
with
them
,
who
looked
to
be
of
a
better
class
.
As
soon
as
they
were
come
within
easy
speech
,
they
let
down
their
sail
and
lay
quiet
.
In
spite
of
my
supplications
,
they
drew
no
nearer
in
,
and
what
frightened
me
most
of
all
,
the
new
man
tee-hee
'd
with
laughter
as
he
talked
and
looked
at
me
.
Then
he
stood
up
in
the
boat
and
addressed
me
a
long
while
,
speaking
fast
and
with
many
wavings
of
his
hand
.
I
told
him
I
had
no
Gaelic
;
and
at
this
he
became
very
angry
,
and
I
began
to
suspect
he
thought
he
was
talking
English
.
Listening
very
close
,
I
caught
the
word
"
whateffer
"
several
times
;
but
all
the
rest
was
Gaelic
and
might
have
been
Greek
and
Hebrew
for
me
.
"
Whatever
,
"
said
I
,
to
show
him
I
had
caught
a
word
.
"
Yes
,
yes
--
yes
,
yes
,
"
says
he
,
and
then
he
looked
at
the
other
men
,
as
much
as
to
say
,
"
I
told
you
I
spoke
English
,
"
and
began
again
as
hard
as
ever
in
the
Gaelic
.
This
time
I
picked
out
another
word
,
"
tide
.
"
Then
I
had
a
flash
of
hope
.
I
remembered
he
was
always
waving
his
hand
towards
the
mainland
of
the
Ross
.
"
Do
you
mean
when
the
tide
is
out
--
?
"
I
cried
,
and
could
not
finish
.
