There was a crash, and then they all leaped out together and, seizing the canoe, ran her up on the beach, before the next wave arrived.
"I fear she has knocked a great hole in her bottom," Reuben said.
"Never mind," Ned replied.

"We shall be able to make a shift to mend it.

The great point, now, is to drag it up so high among the bushes, that it will not be noticed in the morning by any natives who may happen to be about.

Until this storm is over, at any rate, we have got to shelter here." The canoe, laden as she still was with provisions, was too heavy to drag up; but the boys, emptying her out, lifted her on their shoulders and carried her inland; until, at a distance of some sixty or seventy yards, they entered a grove of coconut trees.

Here they laid her down, and made two journeys back to the beach to fetch up their provisions, and then took refuge in the grove; thankful that they had escaped on shore in time, for scarcely had they landed when the hurricane, which had been brewing, burst with terrific force.
Seas of immense height came rolling in upon the shore.