The pale light made the bosom of the
ocean glisten like silver.
"A beautiful night," said Dora. "But who can enjoy it when we do not
know what to-morrow will bring forth," and she sighed deeply.
The boys and old Jerry continued to take turns at rowing, while the
girls sank into fitful slumber.
Presently the old sailor raised his head.
"Listen!" he said, and they did so, and far away heard a strange booming.
"What's that?" questioned Sam.
"It's breakers!" cried Tom. "We must be near some coast!"
"The lad is right," came from Captain Jerry. "We are near an island,
after all!"
Dick stood on a seat, and, as the boat rode to the top of a wave,
took a look around.
"An island!" he cried. "Dead ahead!"
"Hurrah! We are saved!" ejaculated Sam. "What is the matter?" questioned
Dora, rousing up, followed by the other girls.
"There is an island ahead."
"We must be careful how we approach the shore, lads," cautioned Jerry.
"If we strike the rocks, it may cost us our lives. Perhaps we had
better hold off until daylight."
"I see a stretch of sand!" came from Tom, who was standing up. "If
we can reach that, we'll be all right."
Old Jerry took a careful look. The sand was there, true enough, but
there were dangerous breakers between the boat and that shore.
"If you say so, we can run our chances," he said. "The young ladies
must hold tight, and not mind a good ducking."
The force of the waves was now carrying them closer and closer to
the breakers.
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