I will take a spell presently.
"Row steadily, Ruthven," he shouted; "don't spurt.

We have a long row before us and must not knock ourselves up at the beginning." For half an hour not a word was spoken beyond an occasional cheery exhortation from Frank.

The shore could be dimly seen at times through the driving mist, and Frank's heart sank as he recognized the fact that it was further off than it had been when they first began to row.

The wind was blowing a gale now, and, although but two miles from shore, the sea was already rough for an open boat.
"Here, Ruthven, you take a spell now," he said.
Although the rowers had from time to time glanced over their shoulders, they could not, through the mist, form any idea of their position.

When Ruthven took the helm he exclaimed, "Good gracious, Frank! the shore is hardly visible.