spots running wildly about. "Oh, the dogs. Brunton's brought them ashore. They don't seem to have any quarrel with the land, do they?"
"Good fellows!" Margaret patted those that ran to her. "Good old fellows!"
"That must give you some relief—to get them off the ship, Meg," Geoff said as they turned back.
"Why, I haven't been thinking about that," she said, almost with surprise. They went on nearer to the ship.
"What are they doing there?"
A couple of men were coming ashore, tugging at something.
"Oh, a light anchor," Geoff made it out.
The men brought it ashore and made it fast there; then one ran a heavy line from the middle of the mast to the anchor, and it was braced and pulled taut. A pulley block ran on the line and carried casks and boxes for the station on shore and then was drawn back for another load.
Geoff came up to help.
"I'd rather you got to putting the engine-
