The sea ran along the deck knee deep round him as far as the foot of the mast, but it did not reach us here in the bows, though the spray flew over us, and our ears were full of the thunder of the surf on the beach.

But the sharp bows were firmly bedded in the shingle, and we were in no danger of broaching to as wave after wave hurled itself after us.
Bertric had stayed to take the casket of gold from the place in the stern where we had set it.
"I had no mind to see the stern go to pieces and take this with it," he said, setting the load at his feet.

"The tide has not reached its height yet, and she will be roughly handled.

We had best get ashore while we can.

We may do it between the breakers." I watched the next that came roaring past us.