CHAPTER XX.
THE DERELICT It was a rock whose brown head was thrust barely two feet above the water.
"It's the ledge we grazed last night," cried Joe.

"Could we get a rope to that, Steve ?" "Why not?
We'll have a go at it, anyway.

Help me with the tender, someone!" It was difficult work.

As a first step the bow line was replaced by a smaller rope and taken through the breakers to the out-cropping ledge.
There, working precariously in the water while Joe held him from the boat and Han did his best to keep the dingey steady, Steve eventually got the big cable around the rock, protecting it from the rough edges by a blanket from one of the berths.

Fortunately, the rock was so formed that, once drawn tight, there was no danger of the rope slipping off, and they returned to the _Adventurer_, Steve towing behind, in triumph.
In the meanwhile the others, directed by Phil, were stuffing the worst of the seams with strips of muslin, using table knives for caulking irons.