At any rate, it offers a forlorn hope.

There is a sharp bend in the creek just where the tidal water ends.

I fancy the launch will float a little higher up, but we must risk it.

We will take her in, unship the mast, tie a few boughs and vines on the funnel, and not twenty search-lights will find us." A rumble of approving murmurs showed that he had scotched the dragon.
It was even ready to become subservient again.

He continued rapidly: "No vessel of deep draught can come close in shore from the east.