I won't let her sink." Mike groaned.
"Hullo!" cried Vince cheerily, "is it hard work ?" There was no reply, but the boat careened over as from the fresh pressure of the oar the sail caught the full force of the wind, and they began to run swiftly towards the south-east, right out to sea, but with the intent of running back after reaching well out to south of the island.
It seemed like madness, with the boat leaking as she did, but Vince was right.

It was their only chance; and after a few minutes he said, as if to himself: "I'm going to do a stupid thing.

I ought to hold that sheet in my hand, but I want both for baling.

Be on the look-out, Ladle.

Mind you throw her up in the wind if she goes over too much." As he spoke he made the sheet fast, rolled up his sleeves, and, taking the pot in both hands, began to make the water fly over the side.
"I say, Ladle," he cried, "when I'm tired you'll have to take a turn; but don't she go along splendidly with all this water ballast in her ?" "Yes," said Mike huskily.