Chapter 29: XXIX

XXIX “Fool!” I cried aloud in my vexation. I had unloaded the boat and carried its contents high up on the beach, where I had set about making a camp. There was driftwood, though not much, on the beach, and the sight of a coffee tin I had taken from the Ghost’s larder had given me the idea of a fire. “Blithering idiot!” I was continuing. But Maud said, “Tut, tut,” in gentle reproval, and then asked why I was a blithering idiot. “No matches,” I groaned. “Not a match did I bring. An…