In a few minutes Darling and his three eldest sons were in the boat, and moving away.
"Pray, take care," shouted Grace. "It is a very perilous attempt to make."
"We know it," said Darling. "Pray for us, and have no fear."
The girl felt that to have no fear was more than could be expected of her; but she did her best to support and comfort her mother and sisters.
"Now, my lads," said Darling to his sons, "this will require all the nerve and courage we have. Are you ready?"
"Aye, ready," was the cheery answer; and then all hands set to work to propel the boat to the Naestone rock, on which the waves were leaping with awful fury.
"Hold hard, my boys."
The injunction was more easily uttered than obeyed. The young men could scarcely keep their seats, and were in momentary danger of being swept altogether from the boats.
"Why, there are two of them!"
Through the spray they could now see the Naestone; and there they saw two objects—one standing, earnestly watching the efforts of the Darlings to reach them, the other lying helplessly on the rocks, apparently benumbed.