To hear old Jordan roll.”
Lawrence thought with a shudder that he might be there to hear Jordan roll before day dawned.
By constant bailing he was able to keep the skiff from swamping. So, chilled to the bone, hoping against hope, he labored on.
When at last they found themselves near to some shore, his heart failed him.
“Towering rocks,” he groaned.
“There’s a break in those rocks,” said Blackie. “I saw it before dark. We’ll follow along and here’s hoping.” Once more he put his stout shoulders to the oars.
A half hour passed, an hour, two hours. Numb with cold and ready to drop from exhaustion, Lawrence wondered if Blackie could have been wrong. Was there a break in that wall? And then—he saw it.
“There!” he exclaimed. “There it is. Straight ahead!”
He dared not add that it seemed a strange break. Not very deep, it appeared to give off an odd sort of glimmer at its back.
Just as they were ready to enter the gap, a great cloud went over the moon and all was black.