Then he flung himself down on a pile of sacks beside him and buried his face in Don 's curly black fur . The boy felt sullen , rebellious and wretched . He lay there until dark , thinking his own bitter thoughts and listening to the rapidly increasing gale . Finally he got up and flung off after the calves , with Don 's melancholy howls at finding himself deserted ringing in his ears . He 'll be quiet enough tomorrow night , thought Curtis wretchedly , as he went upstairs to bed after housing the calves . For a long while he lay awake , but finally dropped into a heavy slumber which lasted until his aunt called him for milking . The wind was blowing more furiously than ever . Up over the fields came the roar and crash of the surges on the outside shore . The Harbour to the east of Bayside was rough and stormy . They were just rising from breakfast when Will Barrie burst into the kitchen . `` The Amy Reade is ashore on Gleeson 's rocks ! '' he shouted . `` Struck there at daylight this morning ! Come on , Curt ! '' Curtis sprang for his cap , his uncle following suit more deliberately . As the two boys ran through the yard , Curtis heard Don howling . `` I 'll take him with me ! '' he muttered . `` Wait a minute , Will . '' The Harbour road was thronged with people hurrying to the outside shore , for the news of the Amy Readers disaster had spread rapidly .
As the boys , with the rejoicing Don at their heels , pelted along , Sam Morrow overtook them XXXXX a cart and told them to jump in .
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