There was a stir in the boat.

The red cloak was seen to wave aloft, and a faint cry mingled with the storm.
"Hold on!" cried the doctor; "they see us, thank God.

I'll go on waving." Presently they could see one oar put out, in an attempt to steer the boat into the cove.

But in a moment it was swept away, and she drove on as helplessly as before.
It seemed years while she gradually approached, stern-foremost, now seeming to lurch straight towards the fatal rocks, now to stand clear for the narrow channel.

They could distinguish the four passengers at last.