The roar of the breakers on the gulf side of the long, sandy peninsula almost closing the pass was increasing each minute. Evidently a storm was brewing, and no small one. At that moment, Hal joined the two boys.
“Captain Joe says we’d better take the new tent ashore in the dingy, and bunk there,” he exclaimed. “I guess he’s more scared than he lets on.”
[CHAPTER VII]
BOB MAKES ANOTHER RESCUE
As Hal delivered this message, Captain Joe explained his plans. The shallow hold of the Three Sisters was crowded with freight. Her deck was already swept by the fast rising waves. A night’s rest was hardly possible on the plunging craft. Therefore, all were ordered ashore—including Jerry.
Skipper Romano was to remain aboard to see that no harm came to his vessel. The schooner, unless the wind settled in the north, was in no real danger, although, to Bob, the pitching and tossing craft seemed already in peril. The near by sand spit—almost an island—could not be seen in the darkness, but the gulf breakers pounding on its outer edge, a half mile away, told that the sea was piling up outside.
“It really isn’t much of a blow in here,” explained Tom, “but this lowah portion of the bay is crooked and shallow. An’ as theah isn’t even a moon, it’s bettah to wait fo’ daylight. It’s a good thing we got in heah when we did—she’s a goin’ some outside.”