There was a wild cry from the wreck as it surged over it.

When it had passed, the sea was covered with floating timbers, but the vessel was gone.
"We can do nothing now," Walter said.

"We daren't go in among that wreckage, and any who get hold of floating planks will drift ashore.
"Now, Larry, back quietly, and let her drift down round the Nose.

We must keep her head to the waves." Ten minutes, and they were abreast of the reef.

As soon as they were past it, Walter gave the word, and they rowed along, under its shelter, to the point where they had embarked.
"Now, sir," Walter said, "we will back her up to that rock.