“When will it be high tide?”
“About three.”
“I wonder if they’ll come after us.”
“Of course they will.”
“There doesn’t seem to be much chance of our getting ashore.”
“Well, it doesn’t make much difference, for we couldn’t do anything if we did get there.”
“I say, boys,” said Arthur, “the schooner’s beginning to float again.”
All stood waiting in silence, and in a few moments they felt a slight motion.
“Yes,” said Bruce, “the tide has risen since we struck, and is floating us in. At high tide we shall be close up under the bank.”
“And then what shall we do? We must either choose to fasten the vessel ashore if we can, or float out again and sail for it, or drift.”