Of course the swift tide would never allow them to land on the upper side of that cape; but if they could only take advantage of its inward sweep beyond, they might succeed in getting into comparatively still water, where the anchor would hold.
They fought "tooth and nail," as Thad said, to accomplish such a result.
"We're passing the point!" shouted Maurice, ending with a groan.
"Keep working! The current sets in just below, and we want to ride along with it," answered his chum.
Then Maurice saw a great light, and realized what his comrade had in mind.
"The trees are further away!" he could not help saying.
"Yes, but the water ain't near so sassy; don't you see how we are pushing the old tub in closer all the while? When I say the word you jump for the anchor, and let her slide!"
"Oh!"
Maurice was encouraged to work again with renewed vigor, for hope had once more found a lodgment in his soul.
Hardly had ten seconds passed before the voice of Thad rang out above the clamor of the wind, and the breaking of the waves against the stern of the laboring shanty-boat.