Then, while the thunder rolled across the sky, the canoe swerved.

It was blowing hard, the high bow and stern caught the wind, the strength was needed to hold her straight with the single paddle.

If he brought her round, he could not paddle to windward, and to steer across the sea that would soon get up might be dangerous.

They must make the point and land.

He threw Ruth his jacket, for spray had begun to fly and the drops from the paddle blew on board.
"Put on the thing; I've got to work," he said.
In a few minutes his work was hard.