Under Dick's direction the boat was brought with the wind and steadied.
"Led's ged on der supmarine!" yelled Carl.
"No use trying that," Dick shouted over his shoulder.
"Den, py shinks, led's ged pack on der shdeamer! I don'd like dis popping around ofer der ocean. I feel like I was in some shoot der chutes."
"Can't do that, either. We've got to do our best to keep afloat—and that's going to be hard enough. Strike me lucky, but fate has played it low down on us."
"Meppy der shdeamer vill come afder us."
"Don't you ever think it! They'd rather lose the whaleboat than hunt for us in this weather. Anyhow, they'd stand about as much chance of finding us as they would of locating a needle in a haystack. We're in for it, mate. Take a piece of that rope and lash yourself to the thwart."
Dick hauled in a trailing line and slashed off a section with his sheath knife. It was difficult hanging on to an oar with one hand while they used the other to tie themselves, but they managed to accomplish the feat.
"Subbose der poat sinks?" howled Carl. "Den ve vas tied und ve sink mit her."
"She can't sink! There's an air chamber in each end."