It seemed to make scarcely any way at all, and each sea that curled underneath the boat and roared toward the beach was a new danger.
"They're going to run her in here," said Sea Andrew.

"There's more left on board; that's what that means, and they're goin' back for 'em.

If 'twasn't so they'd run in anywheres and let her break." For one sailor will always tell what another is about, however great the distance intervening.
Slowly the boat came on, rolling tremendously on the curve of the breakers, between the broken water of the tideway and the spume of the surf.
"That's Loo at the hellum," said Sea Andrew--the keenest eyes in Farlingford.
And suddenly Miriam swayed sideways against John Turner, who was perhaps watching her, for he gripped her arm and stood firm.

No one spoke.

The watchers on the beach stared open-mouthed, making unconscious grimaces as the boat rose and fell.