[CHAPTER XI.]
ADRIFT ON THE OCEAN.
The dory was a better sea boat than they had imagined. In a situation where a craft of another build would not have lived an instant, she succeeded in riding the first onslaught of the tide-bore. In another instant, Tom and Jack had her around with stern to the stampeding seas and were being borne swiftly along.
Alongside, a thousand angry, choppy waves reached up like hungry hands, as though determined to come on board and drag the craft to her doom. The manner in which the boat handled surprised and delighted Tom, and Jack was no less pleased. True their position was still a highly precarious one, but at least the watery grave they had dreaded had not yet engulfed them.
Sandy sat up in the bottom of the boat and looked about with wondering eyes.
"We're all right the noo?" he asked.
"I won't say that," rejoined Tom, "but at least we have got over the first great danger."
"What are we doing?"