10/18 "And now, fair sir, I must hasten back to see how my rogues have fared with the brawn." "Nay, but this will scarce suffice," cried the shipman. "If we do not veer we will be upon the rocks within the hour." "Then veer," said Sir Oliver. "There is my rede; and now, Sir Nigel, I must crave----" At this instant, however, a startled shout rang out from two seamen upon the forecastle. "Rocks!" they yelled, stabbing into the air with their forefingers. "Rocks beneath our very bows!" Through the belly of a great black wave, not one hundred paces to the front of them, there thrust forth a huge jagged mass of brown stone, which spouted spray as though it were some crouching monster, while a dull menacing boom and roar filled the air. |