The boys sat close together; Cal a few feet distant. There was no conversation—there seemed to be nothing to say.
More stone slid down, carrying them toward the portside. They clawed their way back up. Cal got to his feet.
“Get down!” Sandy shouted. “Nobody jumps until I give the word. Then we all jump together.”
“She’s going over!” Cal swayed on unsteady feet.
Sandy hauled on the line until he had brought the terrified man down to his knees. “Don’t—”
“Sandy!” Ken’s voice rang out above the noise of the wind and the waves. “Do you hear it? A plane!”
“Where!” Sandy’s voice cracked in the middle of the word and his head jerked upward.
Frantically they scanned the clear sky.
“There!” Ken shouted finally. Instinctively he began to wave his arms wildly in the air. “They’ll see us, won’t they? And send the Coast Guard?”
“We have to signal them—we need something big.”