"That there," said Captain Corbet, pointing to the long cape which
stretched between them and the New Brunswick shore. "An if it goes
down, an we can't get by the cape, we'll be able, at any rate, to
drop anchor there, an hold on till the next tide."

The returning tide, and the fresh breeze that blew now, bore them
onward rapidly, and they soon approached Cape d'Or. They saw that
it terminated in a rocky cliff, with rocky edges jutting forth, and
that all the country adjoining was wild and rugged. But the wind,
having done this much for them, now began to seem tired of favoring
them, and once more fell off.

"I don't like this," said Captain Corbet, looking around.

"What?"

"All this here," said he, pointing to the shore.

It was about a mile away, and the schooner, borne along now by the
tide, was slowly drifting on to an unpleasant proximity to the
rocky shore.

"I guess we've got to anchor," said Captain Corbet; "there's no
help for it."

"To anchor?" said Bruce, in a tone of disappointment.

"Yes, anchor; we've got to do it," repeated the captain, in a
decided tone. The boys saw that there was no help for it, for the
vessel was every moment drawing in closer to the rocks; and though