If a sudden squall of wind overtook them the leeway would throw them upon the island breakers and they would be swallowed up in an instant and pounded to pieces upon the rocks.
Over and over again David breathed the prayer: "Lord, take us through safe! Lord, take us through safe!" His face was set, but his nerves were iron.

Andy and Jamie, tense with the peril and excitement of the adventure, crouched in the bottom of the boat.

As they drew near the island, Jamie shouted encouragingly: "Keep your grit, and a stout heart like a man, Davy!" but the roar of breakers drowned his voice, and David did not hear.
"Is you afraid, Jamie ?" Andy yelled in Jamie's ear.
"Aye," answered Jamie, "but I has plenty of grit." He who knows danger and meets it manfully though he fears it, is brave, and Jamie and all of them were brave.
The boat was in the passage at last.

David, every nerve tense, held her down to it.

On the right seethed the Devil's Tea Kettle, sending forth a continuous deafening roar.