As he said these words, the sail-boat passed entirely by.
“What shall we do?” said Larry, much alarmed.
Larry was much smaller than Antony, and much less accustomed to be in boats on the water, and he was much more easily terrified.
“Don’t be afraid,” said Antony; “we shall get brought up among some of the shipping below. There are plenty of vessels coming up the harbor.”
The boys float down the channel.
So they went on—slowly, but very steadily—wherever they were borne by the course of the ebbing tide. Instead of being brought up, however, as Antony had predicted, by some of the ships, they were kept by the tide in the middle of the channel, while the ships were all, as it happened, on one side or the other, and they did not go within calling distance of any one of them. At last even Antony began to think that they were certainly about to be carried out to sea.
“If the water was not so deep, we could anchor,” said Antony.
“We have not got any anchor,” said Larry.
The grapnel.