Then he showed them the thick, strong rope or hawser on which it runs, and the mortar by means of which they send a line to the distressed vessel with a tally-board attached on which are printed directions—English on one side, French on the other—for the proper securing of the hawser to the wreck.
"The other end is made fast on shore, I suppose?" said Amy inquiringly.
"Yes, Miss."
"And when they have made their end fast and got into the car—"
"Then we pull 'em ashore."
"Not a particularly pleasant ride to take, I imagine," remarked Donald.
"Not so very sir; she's apt to be tossed about pretty roughly by the big waves; turn over several times, liker than not."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Oh," cried Amy, with a shudder, "I think I'd almost rather drown."
"No, Miss," said the man, "I guess you'd find even that better'n drowning."