The canoe rose to it gallantly; it seemed to curl right over her, making the craft roll till Geoffrey thought that the end had come.

But she rode it out, not, however, without shipping more than a bucket of water.

Without saying a word, Beatrice took the cloth cap from her head and, leaning forward, began to bale as best she could, and that was not very well.
"This will not do," he called.

"I must keep her head to the sea or we shall be swamped." "Yes," she answered, "keep her head up.

We are in great danger." He glanced to his right; another white sea was heaving down on him; he could just see its glittering crest.