Just what good we any of us expected to be able to do was not very clear.

But "The Curlew" was our all: we couldn't see it endangered without rushing to the rescue.
Panting, we arrived on the ledges overlooking the boat and the schooner.

The tide had already risen ten or a dozen feet.

The boat had floated up from the rock, and broken loose from the line.

We could see it tossing and whirling half way out to the schooner.