of his life; and the thought of being cast adrift on that raging sea
filled him with actual terror.

Could those boys have had a vivid picture of that scene just then, they
would never have been able to look at it again without shivering;
because their faces must certainly have expressed the sensations that
filled their hearts to overflowing.

But Davy, as the official photographer of the patrol, was too much
concerned just then in holding on, to dream of making any use of his
vest pocket kodak; nor would it have been possible to have obtained any
sort of view under such stormy conditions as surrounded them.

"What is it, Thad?"

Giraffe asked this question as he and the other scout managed to come
close to where the patrol leader clung.

"We've got a little chance when we get to the end of the island, don't
you see?" Thad bawled, making use of one hand to serve in lieu of a
speaking trumpet. "We're getting closer all the time, and will just
skim past the last rock. And then is our chance, when we strike the
eddy there always is beyond an island. Do you understand?"

Both scouts nodded their heads violently, and Giraffe called out:

"What d'ye want us to do, Thad?"

"We must get the setting poles out, and be ready to try and push with
all our might and main when the time comes. Everything depends on