The wind took her in its teeth, shook her a moment or two like a thing of straw and rags, and then flung her, keel upwards, on the Bogie Rock.

Two of the men were evidently good swimmers; the others were a boy and an old man.

Crawford plunged boldly in after the latter.

The waves buffeted him, and flung him down, and lifted him up, but he was a fine surf swimmer, and he knew every rock on that dangerous coast.

After a hard struggle, all were brought safe to land.
Then they walked back to where the packet had been last seen.