And you noticed that dog?
If he puts up a fight, too, I've an idea that he will be worse than either of the men." The progress of the little raft was tantalizingly slow, but it moved steadily, and after the sun had set and while the darkness was gathering on that great expanse of water, it swung close in under the stern of the sloop.

Not a sound was heard aboard of her as she lazily lifted and rolled on the heaving swell.
Frank took his shoes in one hand, but thought it not well to burden himself with the extra coat.
"Now!" he whispered.

"Let the raft go.

We can cut that boat loose if we have to trust to the sea again.

Follow me!" Then he slipped silently into the sea, Hodge imitating his example.
Softly swimming round to the bow, Frank got hold of a chain that ran down from the bowsprit.
"Here," he softly whispered.