This stranger was a full rigged ship hardly a mile away and to the southward, while the Wanderer was almost due west from the inlet. "She's a sailing corvette, or I'm much mistaken," said the mate, "but--mind yourselves, men! Pull with a will." The first line of breakers was passed without trouble. The second was rougher, and the men strained at the oars to give the yawl as much headway as possible. The last wave came "quartering" and threw a hatful of water into Ralph's face, whereat Mr. Duff laughed cheerily. "One ducking!" he cried. "But now comes the tug of war. Jump her, boys! Jump her, I say!" The third and last line was longer, larger, and in every way more formidable, owing to the sudden deepening of the water. Both Ben and Ralph were rather exhausted from their previous exertions, and Duff yelled himself hoarse in his repeated entreaties to: "Give way! G-g-give wa-a-a-y I tell you! Don't you see--we're gone? Keep her nose up! K-e-e-p it u-u-u-p-p! Sharks and sawfish, men! are you going to let her broach? Now then! All together, a-n-d--over she--good heavens!" A barrel or two of brine hurled over the starboard quarter choked off the mate's adjurations. But it was the last of the angry combers and the next minute the three were wiping the salt water from their faces while the yawl was riding easily on the glassy swell just beyond the bar. "Now head her for the schooner, boys," said Duff, bailing with one hand as he steered with the other. "If we hadn't had the ebb with us, we'd have had to lighten her. Now--give me your oar, Ralph. You steer. We've no time to lose, for if a breeze starts before we reach the side, I fear they're not so fond of our company but what they might give us the slip yet." "Couldn't we ship on that other vessel?" asked Ralph, by no means reluctant to change his berth to a ship less liable to the law's penalties. "We probably could," replied Duff dryly. "We probably might also have to spend several months in jail somewhere as slavers, or for aiding and abetting in the traffic. I think we'd better overhaul the schooner and wait for better times." The sun was now high in the heavens, and the growing heat already almost unbearable. They stripped to their shirt and trousers while the sweat rolled in streams from the faces of the oarsmen. While nearing the Wanderer rapidly they noticed a faint, dark line approaching up from the southeast along the line of the coast. "A wind, by thunder!" exclaimed Duff, renewing his efforts at the oar. "Look! the corvette already feels it. Give way, Ben? Gary is none too good to leave us yet if the wind reaches him before we do." Ralph, now rested, sprang forward. "Take the tiller, Ben," said he. "I'm good for a sharp pull." But the old sailor, whose muscles were like whipcord, shook his head and fairly made the yawl spring beneath his redoubled strokes.