For two hours the sea broke wildly over the ship, and all had to hold on for life.
Malcolm, even in this time of danger, could not but admire the calmness and coolness of his young colonel.

He at once set men to work with ropes to drag towards the vessel the floating pieces of wreck which were tossing about in the boiling surf.

The masts and yards were hauled alongside, and the colonel instructed the men to make themselves fast to these in case the vessel should go to pieces.
Hour after hour passed, and at last, to the joy of all, daylight appeared.

The boats had all been broken to pieces, and Munro now set the men to work to bind the spars and timbers together into a raft.

One of the soldiers and a sailor volunteered to try to swim to shore with lines, but both were dashed to pieces.
At one o'clock in the day some natives were seen collecting on the shore, and these presently dragged down a boat and launched it, and with great difficulty rowed out to the ship.