Suddenly the motor-boat yawed, and a wave slapped against the upheaving hull, bursting over the whole length of the craft. The cockpit was half full in a moment; but fortunately the mechanism was built high enough to save it from being flooded. Lorna was saturated above her waist. Tobias righted the _Fenique_ instantly. He grinned down at the girl after a moment. "That was some sockdolager, heh?" he bawled. "I vow to man! another one o’ them and she’ll be down to her gunnels." But this misfortune did not overtake them. Lorna knew by the increased height of the waves that they were now opposite the unsheltered entrance to Clinkerport Bay. Here the waves rolled in massively—great, round-backed combers that ran far up the bay. Tobias had to twist the bow of the motor-boat to meet these swells; but once over the crest of one, he ran the _Fenique_ slantingly down the slope and in the trough between the two great waves, like a water-bug scampering along the crack of a kitchen table. Between every wave they made headway. The tall bluff of Dickson Point loomed out of the murk ahead. Tobias waved his hand when he saw Lorna rise to look. "There she be!" he bawled. "Please the good Lord we’ll make it." But he read, as her own lips moved, the anxious question: "I wonder what has happened to the _Nelly G._ by this time?" "Oh, sugar! Don’t you worry none about her now. We’ll get the Trillion crew out and then if the worst comes to worst they’ll be right there to pick Ralph and them other fellers off the schooner—yessir!" His assurance that they would be in time to aid the crew of the threatened fishing schooner buoyed up Lorna’s heart. She began to feel more confidence. They had come through so much already, it did seem as though their venture must end successfully. She knew what the beach was below Dickson Point, on the bay side. Ralph never beached the motor-boat there, for it was stony. But they could not stop for thought of this. If the _Fenique_ was to be smashed upon her landing, so it must be! Good fortune accompanied them, however. A breaking wave drenched Tobias and the girl as the motor-boat came into shallow water. In the backwash of the wave the keel grounded slightly. The following billow raised the boat high and cast it speedily up the strand. "I give it as my opinion, Lorna," said Tobias in a lull of the wind, "that this didn’t do Ralph’s boat a world of good. Ne’r mind. Let’s get ashore and see what can be done." Near the beach was nothing but some fish houses, and they were all abandoned during this hurricane. Back toward Clinkerport, perhaps a couple of miles, was a house in which was a telephone. But, as Tobias pointed out, the wires might be down over here as well as on the other side of the bay. "I cal’late we’ve got to go over the hill to the station. Or mebbe you’d better stay here while I go. It’ll be a rough passage, Lorna."