Neither of the rowers said any thing more then, and were evidently willing to wait for the effect of the change in the course. The boat was now about half way across the entrance of the bay. It was light enough to enable the crew to see the opposite shore at the point, where the waves were rolling on the beach, and piling themselves in great white masses of foam.
As the boat advanced, the sea became more angry. Before the chief could bail out the water, the craft took in another wave, and even Angy began to realize that the boat was in a perilous situation. He gradually shifted the helm until the boat was running for the shore a considerable distance from the point.
But the change in the course had wrought no miracle in the situation. The farther she went from the lee shore on the south, the rougher was the sea. Though Dory was rather a noted swimmer among the students, the accomplishment was not likely to be of much service to him with his arms tied behind him.
"We are not getting out of it a bit," shouted Mack. "Come about, Angy, and make for the shore on the other side of the bay."
"How can I come about in this sea?" demanded the captain. "You know as well as I do, that if she gets into the trough of the sea, she will go over."
"We are sure to go over, as it is; and we might as well try it, and work towards the lee-shore of the bay," persisted Mack.
"Will you obey orders, or not?" cried Angy savagely.
"No, I won't obey such orders as you are giving!" exclaimed the mutineer. "I believe you mean to drown the whole of us."
As he spoke, he drew in his oar, which was on the lee-side, for the skipper had not yet got the boat before it. The tender of the La Motte fell off into the trough of the sea, and began to roll, as though she was intent upon spilling her burden into the water. Chuck could not row after his companion ceased to do so.
"Drop into the bottom of the boat," said Dory, in a low tone, to the bow-oarsman, as he drew in his oar.