"There may be danger here if we expose ourselves. Look at that!"

High up beyond reach of the surf a dory had been dragged and left
bottom up. Under this the wind found a fingerhold and sent it
flying. Over and over it rolled, until a stronger gust caught it
and sent it in huge leaps, end over end. It brought up against
the timber pile with a crash, and was held there as if by a
mighty suction. Then the beams began to tremble and lift. The
pile was disintegrated bit by bit, although it would have
required many hands to move any one of its parts.

Even where the man and the woman crouched the wind harried them
like a hound pack, but by clinging to the branches of a gnarled
juniper bush they held their position and let the spray whine
over their heads.

"Farther west I've seen houses chained to the earth with ships'
cables," he shouted in her ear. "To think of building a harbor in
a place like this!"

"I prayed for you last night. I prayed for the wind to come,"
said the girl, after a time.

O'Neil looked at her, curiously startled, then he looked out at
the sea once more. All in a moment he realized that Eliza was
beautiful and that she had a heart. It seemed wonderful that she
should be interested in his fortunes. He was a lonely man;
beneath his open friendliness lay a deep reserve. A curiously
warm feeling of gratitude flamed through him now, and he silently