novice's orders.

"Pour the oil--pour!" exclaimed Dick Sand.

Under this oil, which was poured on it in quantities, the sea grew
calm, as by enchantment, only to become more terrible again a moment
after.

The "Pilgrim" glided rapidly over those lubricated waters and headed
straight for the shore.

Suddenly a shock took place. The ship, lifted by a formidable wave, had
just stranded, and her masting had fallen without wounding anybody.

The "Pilgrim's" hull, damaged by the collision, was invaded by the
water with extreme violence. But the shore was only half a cable's
length off, and a chain of small blackish rocks enabled it to be
reached quite easily.

So, ten minutes after, all those carried by the "Pilgrim" had landed at
the foot of the cliff.




CHAPTER XIV.

THE BEST TO DO.