Then we could land fearlessly, if the weather was too bad to hold on.
But you see, the Spanish hate the Portuguese as much as they do the French; and would, as likely as not, hand us over at once at the nearest French post." They slept fairly and, at daybreak, got up the grapnel and hoisted the sail again.

Inshore they scarcely felt the wind but, as soon as they made out a couple of miles from the land, they felt that it was blowing hard.
"We won't go any farther out.

Dick, lay the boat's head to the west again.

I will hold the sheet while you steer, and then I can let the sail fly, if a stronger gust than usual strikes us.

Sit well over this side." [Illustration: 'She is walking along now.'] "She is walking along now," Ryan said joyously.