“I hope that we shall be able to get out when the tide rises,” said Desmond to Adair; “if not, I’ve a notion that we shall be pretty hard pressed.”
“So have I,” said Adair; “but it is possible that the bar may remain in its present state for several days together, and, if so, we shall have to forage on shore for whatever food we can pick up. It may not be so easy to find pure water, though.”
“For my part, I should be ready to drink ditch-water,” exclaimed Desmond; “I never felt so thirsty in my life.”
Many others were in the same condition as Paddy, but no one complained. A small quantity only remained, which was willingly given up for the use of the poor wounded men, who of course suffered greatly. Hour after hour passed by, and anxious eyes were cast at the white wall of surf, which cut them off from the blue ocean beyond; its summit, dancing and leaping, glittered brightly in the sun’s rays.
At length, the tide rising, the breakers appeared to decrease somewhat in height. “I think, sir, that I could carry my gig through,” said Murray, “and, if so, the heavier boats may be able to follow.”
“You may make the attempt, provided all your people can swim, for your boat may be swamped,” said the commodore; “but as the tide is rising, you will be drifted back, and we must be ready to pick you up.”
“All my boat’s crew are good swimmers,” said Murray, “but I hope they will not be compelled to exercise their powers.”
Murray, having placed the remainder of the stores, with all unnecessary weight, on board the larger boats, prepared to make the bold attempt; Adair and Snatchblock following him, as close as they could venture, to the inner line of breakers. Standing up and surveying the bar for some minutes, he at length selected a part where the rollers which came in from the ocean appeared to break with less violence than on either hand.
“Give way, my lads,” he cried suddenly; and the crew bending to their oars, the boat shot quickly up the foaming side of the first of the formidable watery hills which had to be passed before the open sea could be gained. His progress was watched with intense eagerness by those in the other boats. Now she was lost to sight, as she sank into a valley on the farther side of the inner roller; now she rose to the foaming summit of the next.
“He’ll do it!” cried the little commodore, standing up in the sternsheets, that he might the better watch the progress of the young commander’s boat, and clapping his hands like a midshipman. The more dangerous part of the bar, however, had not yet been reached; still Murray continued his course. Now the summit of another roller was gained, the white foam hissing and sparkling over the boat, and almost concealing her from sight.