Then, careless of everything else, they tumbled into their bunks for the rest and sleep they so sadly needed.
When they next awoke it was broad daylight, and their first move was to hasten on deck for a view of their surroundings.

Their craft lay as motionless as a painted ship, in the middle of a placid pool black as a highland tarn.

In no place was it more than a pistol shot in width, and it was enclosed by precipitous cliffs that towered hundreds of feet above her.

The schooner could not have been more happily located by one possessed of an absolute knowledge of the coast under the most favourable conditions, and that she should have come there as she had was nothing short of a miracle.
Filled with thankfulness for their marvellous escape the lads gazed about them curious to discover by what means they had gained this haven of refuge.

On three sides they could see only the grim fronts of inaccessible cliffs.