On the left was Comfort Island with a boom! boom! of thundering breakers smashing against its high, sullen bulwarks of black rocks.

The boat was so near that spray from the breakers fell over it in a shower.
[Illustration: ON THE RIGHT SEETHED THE DEVIL'S TEA KETTLE] It was over in a moment.

The Devil's Tea Kettle, with all its loud threats, was behind them.

The boat shot down along the shore, David swung to port, and they were safe in the quiet waters to the lee of the island.
"Thank the Lord!" said David reverently, as he brought the little craft to and the sail flapped idly.
"'Twere a close shave," breathed Jamie.
"A wonderful close shave," echoed Andy.
"You had grit," said Jamie.

"You has plenty o' grit, Davy--and a stout heart, like a man.