Above the doomed launch, from out of the mist, a towering black mass obtruded.
There was a splintering crash, a confusion of shouts and cries and then Jack felt the tender sinking under his feet while the water rushed up to his knees.
More by instinct than reason he gave an upward leap into the fog.
CHAPTER XXVIII: UNCLE TOBY IS SURPRISED.
“Matt, is that you?�
Jack turned to a crouching form beside him.
“Yes, and Merryweather’s here, too. Thank God we are all saved.�
“I got an awful wallop on the head,� declared Jack. “I feel dazed, where are we?�
“In the bowsprit rigging of some ship,� rejoined Matt Sherry.
“We must have been born under a lucky star,� declared Merryweather. “I just jumped straight up and then suddenly found I’d grabbed a rope.�