“Pull to the wretch and drag him into the boat.”
“It is not safe, your excellency.”
“Tush! do as you are told.”
The men bent to the oars and pulled toward the whirlpool, but no sooner had they changed the position of the boat than it seemed to fly over the water, borne along by some fierce current below the surface.
“This is awful,” exclaimed Ibrahim.
“Awfully jolly, you mean,” replied the American.
“I am afraid.”
“Are you? Whyou!” whistled Max, “but we are in for it now.”
He was right; the boat whirled round like a teetotum.
It was useless to try and manage it.