The next great wave drove the vessel forward two or three fathoms.
"That's her last move," Considine said.

"The rocks will be through her bottom, now." "They are off," a boy shouted, running up.
"Who are off ?" Considine asked.
"The young squire and Larry Doolan." "Off where ?" Mr.Davenant exclaimed.
"Off in the curragh, yer honour.

Me and Tim Connolly helped them carry it round the Nose, and they launched her there.

There they are.

Sure you can see them for yourself." The party rushed out from the shelter, and there, a quarter of a mile along on the right, a small boat was seen, making its way over the waves.
"Be jabers, yer honour, and they have done it," the boatmen said, as Mr.
Davenant gave a cry of alarm.
"I didn't think of the curragh, and if I had, she could not have been launched here.