White horses breaking over her bow sent showers of foam her whole length.

A sudden squall that nearly capsized her roused David suddenly to their danger.
"Reef the mains'l!" he shouted.
"Make for the lee of Comfort Island!" sputtered Andy through the spray, as he and Jamie sprang for the mainsail to reef it.
"Make for un!" echoed Jamie.

"'Tis against reason to keep goin'." The wind shrieked through the rigging.

Another great roller all but swamped them.

The sudden fury of the wind, the ever higher-piling seas, and the rollers that had so nearly overwhelmed the boat brought to David a full sense of their peril.