Adventure stories; Sea stories; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
the water at a great distance off.
In my despair, I commenced baling out the water with my hands; but I had
not made half-a-dozen strokes before I felt that she was going down.
The next instant she had gone, sinking directly underneath me, and
causing me to jump outwards in order to escape from being carried down
in the vortex she had made.
I cast one glance upon the spot where she had disappeared. I saw that
she was gone for ever; and heading away from the spot, I swam back in
the direction of the reef.
CHAPTER NINE.
THE SIGNAL-STAFF.
I succeeded in reaching the reef, but not without a tough struggle. As
I breasted the water, I felt that there was a current against me--the
tide; and this it was, as well as the breeze, that had been drifting the
boat away. But I got back to the reef, and there was not a foot to
spare. The stroke that brought me up to the edge of the rocks, would
have been my last, had no rocks been there; for it would have been the
last I could give, so much was I exhausted. Fortunately, my strength
had proved equal to the effort; but that was now quite gone, and I lay
for some minutes upon the edge of the reef, at the spot where I had
crawled out, waiting to recover my breath.
I did not maintain this inactive attitude longer than was necessary.
This was not a situation in which to trifle with time; and knowing this,
I got to my feet again to see if anything could be done.
Strange enough, I cast my eyes in the direction whence I had just come
from the boat. It was rather a mechanical glance, and I scarce know why
I should have looked in that particular direction. Perhaps I had some
faint hope that the sunken craft might rise to the surface; and I
believe some such fancy actually did present itself. I was not
permitted to indulge in it, for there was no boat to be seen, nor
anything like one. I saw the oars floating far out, but only the oars;
and for all the service they could do me, they might as well have gone
to the bottom, along with the boat.
I next turned my eyes toward the shore; but nothing was to be seen in
that direction, but the low-lying land upon which the village was
situated. I could not see any people on shore--in fact, I could hardly
distinguish the houses; for, as if to add to the gloom and peril that
surrounded me, the sky had become overcast, and along with the clouds a
fresh breeze had sprung up.
This was raising the water into waves of considerable height, and these
interfered with my view of the beach. Even in bright weather, the
distance itself would have hindered me from distinguishing human forms
on the shore; for from the reef to the nearest suburb of the village, it
was more than three statute miles.
Of course, it would have been of no avail to have cried out for
assistance. Even on the calmest day I could not have been heard, and
fully understanding this, I held my peace.
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