Before they could understand what was taking place his voice was audible again, giving a sharp, clear order, and all the black forms rushed together down into the surf.

A moment later the boat danced out over the crest of a breaker, splashing into the next and throwing up a fan of spray.
"She's through, she's through!" cried some one.

And the boat rode for a brief minute head to wind before she turned southward.

There were only three on the thwarts--Loo Barebone and two others.
The group now broke up and straggled up toward the fire.

One man was being supported, and could scarcely walk.