"No harm done," retorted Jack, rubbing a damaged part and grinning.
"No, but don"t let us be too foolish; we might get into trouble."
Young Jack roared at this.
"Soho-ho!" he cried. "Shipped another pa.s.senger, Harry, have you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why, you"ve got Captain Funk aboard."
"Not I," returned Harry, "only if we get into any foolish sc.r.a.pe, they won"t let us come out for a sail again, and as this is the only jaunt left us, we may as well keep ourselves quiet."
"There"s something in that," said young Jack,
So saying, he set about reefing the sail with all possible despatch.
Now it was barely accomplished when a violent gust of wind drove the little craft along at a furious rate.
It was only just in time.
A moment more and the sail would have been shredded, or, what was still worse, the boat would have been capsized for a certainty.
Harry Girdwood lowered the oars and pulled sharply along before the fury of the gale, while young Jack baled out a little water that had been shipped in the first heavy lurch, before the youthful mariners had been fully prepared for such violent treatment, and steered at the same time.
In this way they contrived to elude the violence of the gale for the present, at least.
But the danger was by no means overcome.
They had not got through the worst of their trouble as yet, little as they antic.i.p.ated any serious danger.
The gale had come on with strange suddenness, and the truth was that they could hardly realize the extent of their danger.
It was great.
There was, perhaps, a special providence in their ignorance of their real peril, for their coolness alone gave them any chance in the present emergency.
They were brave boys both--never were there braver--yet it is no disparagement of them to say that there was very great probability of their losing their _sang froid_ if they had known how very critical their position actually was.
As it happened, they did the very best thing to do under the circ.u.mstances.
They kept their boat before the wind, and by vigorous rowing, they contrived to drive along at a rate which was literally tremendous.
And so on they scudded for about ten miles, when the wind dropped a little, and the pace began to tell upon them both.
"Keep her off sh.o.r.e, Jack," cried Harry Girdwood.
"Right."
The wind and rain had half blinded young Jack, and although he had said "Right," he steered decidedly wrong.
He could not see where they were going.
"Look out!"
Harry Girdwood only just spoke in time for young Jack to take heed of the warning, for a minute later and they shot past some sharp, jagged rocks, into which they would inevitably have dashed but for a lucky tug at the rudder at the very last moment.
Now the roar of the wind and waters had just begun to lull a little, when a loud cry for help was heard.
And then, for the first time, they perceived that a boat had just been launched by a boy at not more than thirty yards along the beach, and being carried out to sea by a huge receding wave, had become unmanageable.
They could see with half an eye that the boy had no skill in handling a boat.
"Help, help!" cried the strange lad, waving his hand in distress towards their boat.
"All right," shouted young Jack. "We"re there."
Harry Girdwood pulled vigorously towards the venturesome youth.
A few strokes brought them within twenty feet of the imperilled youth, and he would have been got away in safety but for his own folly and imprudence.
"Sit still," shouted young Jack. "Sit still."
"He"ll be overboard," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Harry, glancing over his shoulder.
The words of the latter proved but too prophetic
A cry from young Jack--a piercing shriek from the other boat.
When Harry Girdwood glanced over his shoulder again, he saw the other boat, keel upwards, floating away.
The unfortunate youth, its late occupant, was nowhere to be seen.
"He"s gone!"
"He has," cried young Jack, starting up, "and by all that"s unlucky, he can"t swim. Pull on, pull hard. Pull for mercy"s sake."
And young Jack stood up in the boat, tearing off his jacket and waistcoat.
"What are you after?"
"I"m in after him."
"Jack, Jack, you"ll never live in this heavy sea."
"Never fear, old boy, I"ll try."
"You shall not, I say. You--"