Veer again, my hearts, and bring her to try with the main course!" The sail swung round once more, and the cog, battered and torn and well-nigh water-logged, staggered in for this haven of refuge.

A bluff cape to the north and a long spit to the south marked the mouth of the noble river, with a low-lying island of silted sand in the centre, all shrouded and curtained by the spume of the breakers.

A line of broken water traced the dangerous bar, which in clear day and balmy weather has cracked the back of many a tall ship.
"There is a channel," said Hawtayne, "which was shown to me by the Prince's own pilot.

Mark yonder tree upon the bank, and see the tower which rises behind it.

If these two be held in a line, even as we hold them now, it may be done, though our ship draws two good ells more than when she put forth." "God speed you, Master Hawtayne!" cried Sir Oliver.