Well was it for all on board the great steamer, that she was running no faster at the time and that there was no hurricane of a gale to make things worse for her.

Pilot and captain had both together missed their reckoning,--neither of them could ever afterward tell how,--and there they were, stuck fast in the sand, with the noise of breakers ahead of them, and the dense fog all around.
Frank Harley peered anxiously over the rail again but he could not have complained that he was "wrecked in sight of shore," for the steamer was any thing but a wreck as yet, and there was no shore in sight.
"It's an hour to sunrise," said Dab to Ford, after the latter had managed to comprehend the situation.

"We may as well run farther in, and see what we can see." It must have been aggravating to the people on board the steamer, to see that little cockle-shell of a yacht dancing safely along over the shoal on which their "leviathan" had struck, and to hear Ford Foster sing out, "If we'd known you meant to run in here, we'd have followed some other pilot." "They're in no danger at all," said Dab, "If their own boats don't take 'em all ashore, the coast-wreckers will." "The government life-savers, I s'pose you mean." "Yes: they're all alongshore, here, everywhere.

Hark! there goes the distress-gun.

Bang away! It sounds a good deal more mad than scared." So it did; and so they were,--captain, pilot, passengers, and all.
"Captain Kinzer" found that he could safely run in for a couple of hundred yards or so; but there were signs of surf beyond, and he had no anchor to hold on by.