CHAPTER II.
THE SECOND SHIP.
Fate, which had freakishly hurled a ship's crew out of the void upon this particular bit of coast, as freakishly preserved them.
The very excess of its fury worked this wonder.

For the craft came in on a tall billow that flung her, as a sling might, clean against the cliff's face, crumpling the bowsprit like paper, sending the foremast over with a crash, and driving a jagged tooth of rock five feet into her ribs beside the breastbone.

So, for a moment it left her, securely gripped and bumping her stern-post on the ledge beneath.

As the next sea deluged her, and the next, the folk above saw her crew fight their way forward up the slippery deck, under sheets of foam.

With the fifth or six wave her mizen-mast went; she split open amidships, pouring out her cargo.