"We'll drown, I think!" he shouted.
"But don't stop rowing," cried Ivor.
Indeed, it seemed impossible that such a tiny craft should ever make its way in safety over that rough sea. The waves ran mountains high, and each one, as it rolled in upon them, threatened to engulf them.
Gwladys rose upon her knees sometimes, but sank down again in terror at the sight which met her gaze.
They had now reached the patch of sunlight on the water, and the tide and wind helped them onwards towards the beach.
Hugh watched them eagerly from the shore.
"Brave lad," he cried, "he will do it, I believe!"
At this moment somebody touched his arm, and, turning, he beheld—Gwen, her grey shawl over her head, and held over her mouth, her small eyes gleaming fiercely at him. She asked:
"What is this fuss about?"
Hugh gasped.