Frank reversed them, with a view to drawing the boat off the ledge if possible.
But this was useless. The boat was stuck there, and would not move. It was a serious case.
What was to be done?
They were many fathoms deep in the sea. Unless the boat could be freed from her position on the ledge, their fate would be too dreadful for contemplation.
Doomed to die of starvation at the bottom of the sea. It was a dreadful thought.
Clifford was very pale as he approached Frank and said:
“What are the chances, Mr. Reade?”
Frank shook his head slowly.
“Rather scant!” he said. “I can give no definite answer until after I have taken a look at her from the outside.”
“From the outside?”