"Hallo!" The exclamation came from Jack, who now happened to look round towards the boat. They had accidentally taken their stand on the highest point of the sand-bank, and in watching the steamer had forgotten all about the tide, which, under the influence of a north-east wind, had risen with great rapidity. The patch of dry sand was scarcely fifteen yards wide, and would be entirely covered in a very few minutes. "Look, Bill, the boat has gone!" It was true. The grapnel, a very light one, with a short length of rope, had been thrown carelessly down on the sand when they last hauled the boat up, and as the full strength of the tide had caught the boat, it had dragged a considerable distance, and was drifting away up the Ray. "What is to be done?" Joe exclaimed. "Do you think we could wade along to the island, Bill?" Jack asked. Bill shook his head. "No; there are deep channels where it would be over our heads. I can't swim a stroke, no more can Joe." "Shall I swim to the boat, Bill, and try and get her back?" Joe shook his head. "She is in deep water now, Jack, and the grapnel ain't holding her a bit; she will drift as fast as you can swim. But of course you can try if you like, it don't make any difference to us, for you could never beat back against this wind and tide. What fools we have been, to be sure!" "The boats will soon be coming back now," Jack said hopefully. "There are some of them this side of the Chapman now." Bill shook his head. "It will take them three quarters of an hour to beat up, Jack." Jack turned and looked the other way. "Here are three of them coming in from the Nore, Bill. They will not be very long before they are up." "They will be here before the others, Jack; but I doubt if they will be in time. Water will be breast-high before they get up, and they may drop anchor down at the mouth of the Ray, and not see us. Our best chance is the shore." He shaded his eyes and looked steadily across at Leigh. "There is a man running from the coast-guard station," he said. "There! there are two or three others running to meet him. Now they are going back together." The boys stood looking fixedly at the station. "Hooray!" Jack said after a minute; "there comes the boat out of the house. Do you see they are getting her down the slip; now she is in the water." Another minute passed, and then a white sail appeared. "She is heading straight off to us, Bill. With this wind she will be here in a quarter of an hour." But the tide was already half-way up to their knees, and the waves beginning to splash against them. "Will they be here in time, do you think, Bill?" Joe asked. "I hope so, Joe," Bill said cheerily. "They would be in plenty of time if it were not for the force of the tide. Still, I think it is all right." The minutes passed rapidly; higher and higher rose the water, and the waves increased fast in size. It was as much as the boys could do to stand against the sweep of the stream.