Part 19 (1/2)

”We're sure in for a blow. There's a p'int ahead, and we'll make for th' lee of un.”

The wind was in the northeast, and it drove the little craft before it at a terrific rate. In an incredibly short time it had developed into a tempest. The angry waters piled about them and tossed the boat about upon the wave crests like a leaf. While Paul held the rudder Dan lowered the sail, and they ran before the gale with bared mast. Dan resumed the rudder and Paul baled out the water, working as he had never worked before.

”We'll never make it, Dan!” he shouted at length. ”We'll swamp, sure!”

”Oh, yes; we're gainin' on un,” encouraged Dan. ”We'll make un.”

Dan's face, however, was tense, and it was plain that he was not so confident as his words seemed to indicate.

They had almost pa.s.sed the point when a great wave broke over them, nearly swamping the boat, and leaving it half full of water, but they made the point, and pa.s.sed into less tempestuous waters before another wave caught them.

Even here the sea was as rough as the little boat could weather, for the sh.o.r.e was not so well protected as it had seemed, and it was lined with jagged rocks, making a landing impossible, for to have attempted it would have resulted in the boat's smas.h.i.+ng to pieces and perhaps their being carried away before they could reach safety.

Dan watched for an opening, as they paralleled the sh.o.r.e a safe distance from it, and at length discovered a bit of gravelly beach reaching down between high boulders.

It was a difficult landing to make, but it was their only hope, and he headed directly for the opening.

”Get t' th' bow an' jump th' minute we strikes!” he shouted to Paul, and Paul obeyed.

For an instant it seemed that in spite of Dan's best effort they must strike upon the rocks, the next instant the danger was past, the boat drove hard upon the gravel, and both boys sprang ash.o.r.e for their lives, to escape a breaker which swept over the boat.

One on either side they grasped the bow, and as another wave came rolling in, pulled with all their might. Thus, aided by the force of the water, the boat was drawn sufficiently high to permit them to unload, bale out the water, and haul the boat to safety.

”We made un all right,” remarked Dan, when everything was beyond danger.

”Yes,” said Paul, ”but it was a narrow escape.”

”'T were that,” admitted Dan. ”'T were wonderful close we was t' bein'

swamped.”

The boys themselves and all their things were drenching wet. Not a stick of driftwood was to be found. The wind was bitterly cold. They had eaten nothing since the previous evening, and then only the unsatisfying gull, and the barren coast was dest.i.tute of game. But they had escaped death, and were thankful for their deliverance.

CHAPTER XI

A DEATH STRUGGLE

”We'd better open th' outfit up, an' let th' wind be dryin' un while we hunts grub,” suggested Dan, as he unfolded a blanket and proceeded to spread it upon the ground, after they had made a brief survey of their immediate surroundings.

”I'm so dead hungry and empty I can hardly move,” said Paul, sitting impotently on a rock. ”I feel weak, too. The scare, and pulling on the boat, just about knocked the ginger out of me.”

”We'll be findin' timber clost by, an' they's a good chanst t' kill some grub before night. 'T ain't noon yet. We'll start soon's we get th' things spread, an' I'm thinkin' we'll be good an' snug by night,”

encouraged Dan.

”It's all my fault that we ever got into this sc.r.a.pe, Dan,” Paul remarked dejectedly, as he arose to a.s.sist in unpacking the wet things. ”If I'd listened to you, and done as I promised, we'd have been safe on the s.h.i.+p now, instead of starving to death out here.”

”They's no tellin',” Dan consoled. ”I'm thinkin' 'twould have been the same anyhow. Maybe 'twas meant we be goin' adrift. Leastways 'tain't no use botherin' about un now. Dad say what's done is done, an'

'tain't no use botherin' our heads about a thing after she's done an'

past. What's past might as well be forgot. Dad says 'tain't what was, but what is, as counts. He says: 'If you weren't doin' things right yesterday, 'tain't goin' t' help none t' bother about un t'day, but just do th' things you has to do t'day right, an' do un th' best un can, an' what you weren't doin' right yesterday won't count ag'in you.'”

”Maybe you're right, Dan, and I may as well quit worrying about it.