He felt frightened and miserable. There wasn’t a single person visible on the main wharf or on the vessels berthed there. No small craft were moving anywhere on the inlet as far as he could see. By this time the current had carried him as far down the channel as the end of the main wharf. He began to get panicky and finally stood up and began waving his arms and yelling at the apparently deserted shore. Suddenly a sailboat shot into view. It came out of the shelter of the yacht club basin, heading down-channel. “Help! Help!” Graham yelled, waving both arms. To his embarrassed relief he saw heads turn in the skiff. It suddenly went about and lay head to wind with sails shivering. Graham sighed with relief and sat down. He felt weak at the knees and the cold wind was making his eyes water. The skiff’s jib stiffened and it steadied on a slow upwind reach towards him.
