same. They speedily found that they could not send the yacht out
any distance. But, with a pole at the bow and another at the
stern, they managed to keep her off the rocks until the rollers
began to go down. Then they shoved off with ease and moved slowly
up the river.

"I'll tell you what, in handling a boat you have got to have your
weather eye open all the time," observed Tom.

"Yes, and you want to have it open on all sides of you," smiled
Dick. "If you don't, you'll catch it before you are aware."

Sam lay on one of the tiny berths with which the Spray was
provided. His face was deathly white, and, to use his own words,
he felt "as weak as a rag."

"I'm just beginning to realize how close to death I was," he
whispered to Tom. "It was awfully good of you and Dick to do
what you did."

"Pooh! you would do just as much for us, Sam," answered the
fun-loving brother. But, just the same, he gave Sam's hand a
tight squeeze on the quiet.

"What was that thumping, Tom?" asked the younger brother a bit
later.

"The rollers from a big steamer nearly put us on the rocks."

"Gracious, more perils! Don't you think we had better give up