The boys watched them breathlessly.

Presently as it reached the point they saw the coxswain stand up and say something to the men, who glanced over their shoulders as they rowed.

Then the coxswain gave a loud shout.

"Hold on! We'll be with you directly." "Thank God!" Frank exclaimed, "Childers is all right." It was well, however, that the boat arrived when it did, for Childers was utterly exhausted when it reached him.

The sea had risen so high that the waves broke against his feet, throwing the spray far above his head, and often nearly washing him from the ledge on which he stood.
Had it not been, indeed, for the hold which he obtained of the cliff, it would several times have swept him away.