But they came out dripping, glistening red after each onslaught.

The boatman had succeeded in patching the rent caused by the collision, but the upper deck was leaking in many places.

The "Red Rover" had been strained almost to the breaking-up point.

It was now fairly wallowing in the foaming sea dashing against its weather side.

Harriet had given up trying to do anything with the rudder.