"Aye," answered Jamie, "but I has plenty of grit."
He who knows danger and meets it manfully though he fears it, is brave, and Jamie and all of them were brave.
The boat was in the passage at last. David, every nerve tense, held her down to it. On the right seethed the Devil's Tea Kettle, sending forth a continuous deafening roar. On the left was Comfort Island with a boom! boom! of thundering breakers smashing against its high, sullen bulwarks of black rocks. The boat was so near that spray from the breakers fell over it in a shower.
ON THE RIGHT SEETHED THE DEVIL'S TEA KETTLE
It was over in a moment. The Devil's Tea Kettle, with all its loud threats, was behind them. The boat shot down along the shore, David swung to port, and they were safe in the quiet waters to the lee of the island.
"Thank the Lord!" said David reverently, as he brought the little craft to and the sail flapped idly.