Brandon of the Engineers

"You're heading for the land," he said. "What are you steering by?"

"I got the bearing of a point I thought I recognized on the chart before

I lost sight of the coast. There's a long reef outshore of it, with a

break near the point. If we can get through, we might find shelter."

"Suppose there's something wrong with your bearing, or you can't make

good your course?"

"Then there'll be trouble," Dick answered grimly. "We'll have the reef to

lee and she won't steam out again."

Jake put a kettle on the cylinder-top and took some provisions from a

locker. He was hungry and thought he might need all the strength he had,

while he did not want to look at the sea. The pump was clanking hard, but

he could hear the water wash about under the floorings, and the launch

was very wet. Darkness fell as he prepared a meal with the fireman's

help, and they ate by the dim light of the engine-lamp, while Dick, to

whom they handed portions, crouched at the helm, gazing close into the

illuminated compass. Sometimes he missed the food they held out and it

dropped and was washed into the pump-well, but he ate what he could

without moving his eyes.

Since he must find the opening in the reef, much depended on his steering

an accurate course, but this was difficult, because he had to bear away

before the largest combers. Moreover, the erratic motion of a short boat

in broken water keeps the compass-card rocking to and fro, and long

practise is needed to hit the mean of its oscillations. As a matter of

fact, Dick knew he was leaving much to luck.

After a time, they heard a hoarse roar. Since the sound would not carry

far to windward, they knew the reef was close ahead, but where the

opening lay was another matter. Dick had no guide except the compass, and

as the launch would probably swamp if he tried to bring her round head to

sea, he must run on and take the risk. By and by, Jake, straining his

eyes to pierce the gloom, called out as he saw a ghostly white glimmer to

starboard. This was the surf spouting on the reef and if it marked the

edge of the channel, they would be safe in going to port; if not, the

launch would very shortly be hurled upon the barrier.

Dick stood up and gazed ahead. The white patch was getting plainer, but

he could see nothing else. There was, however, a difference in the

motion, and the sea was confused. He ordered the engine to be slowed, and

they ran on until the belt of foam bore abeam. They must be almost upon

the reef now, or else in the channel, and for the next minute or two

nobody spoke. If they had missed the gap, the first warning would be a

shock, and then the combers that rolled up behind them would destroy the

stranded craft.