The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below.

There'll be a fall of above twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'ud blow a whole fleet to the devil." Mr.Wood _did_ think of it, and groaned aloud.
"Heaven help us!" he exclaimed; "we were mad to neglect the old sailor's advice." "That's what troubles me," rejoined Ben.

"I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare.

I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word." "I will--I will," replied Wood hastily.

"Was that thunder ?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead.
"No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes." "Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!" ejaculated Wood, as a fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with spray.
The hurricane had now reached its climax.