The three paddles gripped the water with common accord.

La Bijou leaped out from under.

Broadside after broadside flared and crashed, and a thousand frigid tons thundered down behind them.

The displaced water surged outward in a foamy, upstanding circle, and La Bijou, striving wildly to rise, ducked through the stiff overhang of the crest and wallowed, half-full, in the trough.
"Dinna I tell ye, ye gabbling fules!" "Sit still, and bail!" Corliss checked him sharply.

"Or you'll not have the comfort of telling us anything." He shook his head at Frona, and she winked back; then they both chuckled, much like children over an escapade which looks disastrous but turns out well.
Creeping timidly under the shadow of the impending avalanches, La Bijou slipped noiselessly up the last eddy.