The little boat was tossed here and there like a bit of plank.

Spray from the sea was dashed over them, and, in almost a moment, they were wet through and through.

The captured musket lay in the bottom and rolled against their feet.

The wind shrieked continually like some wild animal in pain.
Many torches appeared on the wharf that led up to the castle, and there was a noise of men shouting to one another.

The torches disclosed the little boat rising and falling with the swell of the sea, and numerous shots were now fired, but all fell short or went wild.
"I don't think we're in much danger from the muskets," said Obed, "so we won't pay any more attention to them.