“And so a boat would not get on very well down there, wouldn’t it?”
“Get on!” said Will smiling; “why, it would be smashed up.”
“And suppose a ship were to be close in there, Will?”
“She would be beaten up into matchwood, all torn and ragged to pieces.”
“But is the sea so strong?”
“Look at it,” cried Will, pointing to the leaves, “It is awful sometimes.”
“Worse than this?”
“Yes: much,” replied Will. “But look here, suppose a great ship came driving round the head here and struck?”
“What do you mean by struck?”
“Driven on the rocks. Do you know what would happen then?”