"I let him loose when I saw that the boat was sure to be upset. I suppose that is another fine," replied Chuck.
"We shall be in hot water instead of cold, now," said Angy, who was certainly realizing the full benefit of having a mutinous crew.
"I didn't mean to let him drown, as he would when he couldn't help himself," added Chuck. "I will tie him up again as soon as we get to the shore."
"It is no use to go on an expedition with such fellows as you are; and I will never do it again," said Angy bitterly.
The boat seemed to be making quite as much progress with the crew on the outside of it, as she had when they were on the inside. A little later, Chuck, who was at the bow of the boat, declared that he felt the bottom with his feet. At that moment a big wave struck the boat, and drove them on the beach.
"Hold on to the boat!" shouted Angy. "Pick it up, and carry it up on the shore! It will be smashed on the gravel, if you don't."
The party took hold of the tender, and dragged it towards the land. Before they could get it out of the water, the big waves knocked them off their feet several times, and piled them up in a heap. The boat pounded heavily on the gravel; and if it had not been well built, it would have had some holes knocked in the bottom. But, after a desperate struggle with the elements, they succeeded in getting out of the reach of the waves.
The moment the party stood on the beach, Angy threw himself upon Dory, and brought him down. As before, he had taken him behind. Several times the chief had called upon him to assist in dragging the boat out of the water, but the prisoner felt that it would be treason to society to assist in saving the tender. He made no reply, and Angy swore at him as a pirate would have done. All the party were panting from the violence of their exertion, and Dory had not expected an attack before they recovered their breath.
The leader was stimulated by wrath more than by a desire to secure the safe retreat of his party, and he handled his prisoner very roughly. Hardly able to breathe, he kicked his victim, and pounded him with his fist. Dory was not in a situation to resist, and his arms were soon bound behind him.
Bluff Point, on which they had been driven by the fury of the storm, was not more than an eighth of a mile across at the place where they were. Angy, as soon as he had fastened his prisoner to a small tree, started to walk over to the water on the other side. He was gone but a few minutes.