Again a desperate attempt was made to right the boat.

"If we had but a knife we could do it," cried Tom. "I will never again step into a boat without one."

"We shall be fortunate if we have the opportunity," observed McTavish.

"There is but little chance of our being picked up, and as to any of us reaching the sh.o.r.e that seems impossible."

No answer was made to his remark. The squall which had capsized the boat was succeeded by others. The weather was evidently changing for the worse, and the boat drifting farther and farther from the land.

Their prospects were dreary in the extreme, indeed almost hopeless. The gunwale of the boat on which they were seated was only six inches out of the water, so that should a sea get up they might all quickly be washed away.

Norris felt very unhappy, as he had been at the helm. "I hope that you fellows will forgive me," he said. "I little expected the boat to capsize so suddenly, though I ought to have kept a better look-out."

"Don't talk about it," answered Tom. "It was as much our fault as yours. We have each of us much to ask forgiveness for if we were to count up old scores."

"Mr Jennings, I hope you will forgive me for capsizing you in the gale when we were coming out from England."

"Of course, youngster," he answered gravely; "I have not thought about it since."

"Thank you, sir," said Tom, as if his mind had been relieved of a burden.

"I hope old Scrofton won't be thinking about the tricks we have played him."

"I was just after thinking that I wish he may not ill-treat Spider,"

cried Desmond; "I don't know what the poor baste will do without us."

"What we have to do is to forgive all others from the bottom of our hearts," remarked Archy. "We need not trouble ourselves what they will think or say of us."

Archy, who was a true Christian, made several other fitting remarks, clearly pointing out to his companions the only way by which they could be prepared for the new existence into which there seemed every probability they would soon have to enter.

"It's a grievous thought, my friends, that we do not all so live that we may be fit at any moment to die," he observed calmly.

Few of those present failed to agree with him, and for the time, at all events, to wish that they were as well prepared as he appeared to be.

Again they were all silent for some minutes.

"Something must be done!" exclaimed Tom, who had been thinking over the matter, and in his own mind had resolved what to do.

"It's too far for any of us to swim to sh.o.r.e," observed Mr Jennings; "I would try it, but I never could keep afloat five minutes together."

"I, too, am a miserable swimmer," sighed Mr Houghton. "Besides which, the sharks would take good care not to allow one of us to reach the sh.o.r.e," he added, in a whisper.

Neither of the seamen could swim, and McTavish, the only other grown man of the party, had had very little practice either.

"Well, then," exclaimed Tom, "I will try it! My brother Jack swam on sh.o.r.e when the _Racer_ was wrecked in the Mediterranean, and was the means of saving the lives of many of the people; I am not a much worse swimmer than he was then; I feel sure that I could do it if I had a companion. It's a long way to go alone through the silent water."

"Faith! I would go with you," cried Desmond, "but I am afraid that I should keep you back rather than help you forward."

Archy Gordon, who had sat silent during the discussion, suddenly exclaimed, "I am not so good a swimmer as you are, Tom, but I see no other way of saving our lives, and if I go down I shall at all events be doing my duty."

"Thank you, Archy," said Tom; "I accept your offer, and will do my best to help you along."

Had any other means offered, the rest of the party would not have allowed the young midshipmen to run so fearful a hazard of their lives.

Mr Houghton, especially, knew well the danger they would encounter from the sharks, but he said nothing to damp their courage.

Archy at once began to get ready. Taking off his shoes and jacket, he gave them to McTavish, and begged him to preserve them for him.

Tom followed his example, though not, indeed, with the same careful spirit as his friend; he threw his jacket and shoes into the water.

They both kept on their socks, which were providentially coloured, as well as the rest of their clothes.

"Good-bye, old fellows," said Tom; "we must lose no more time." And he and Archy shook hands with all round. "Now, Archy, we will start, and strike out bravely." Tom suiting the action to the word slipped into the water, Archy did the same. On they went, keeping alongside each other. Archy found that he could swim better than he had expected, and he and Tom cheered up each other.

"I wish Gerald had been with us," said Tom. "Our chances of escape are better than those on the wreck."

Now and then they turned on their backs, resting for a little; striking out, however, with their arms and legs, so that they still made headway.

Tom, under his brother's instructions, had become a first-rate swimmer, and for his age was wonderfully muscular; so that he was able to go on steadily without feeling exhausted. Archy, though taller and bigger, from having had less practice, more quickly began to feel fatigued. The sh.o.r.e seemed a long way off; still they had already, they saw, not a considerable distance from the boat, for they could scarcely distinguish her as she floated just above the surface. Tom thought that they must be a mile from the sh.o.r.e. Again they threw themselves on their backs, pushing on with their feet and keeping their arms moving round and round. When Tom looked back, he could no longer see the boat; he did not, however, tell Archy of this, he could not help fearing that she had sunk.

"Are you rested, Archy?" he asked.

"Yes!" was the answer, though not in quite so confident a tone as Tom would have liked.

"Well, then, on we go again," said Tom, and they swam steadily forward as before. Scarcely a minute after this, as Tom cast his eye on one side, what was his horror to observe the fin and back of a huge shark, scarcely more than a fathom from him. The monster shot by. "I only hope it is steering a different course to ours," thought Tom. Just then he caught sight of the wicked eye of another at the same distance, following in the wake of the first. He did not tell Archy what he had seen, for fear of unnerving him, while he kept striking out with might and main, letting his feet rise higher than he would otherwise have done for the sake of creating a splash, and shouting as he swam on--

"Strike away, Archy. Bravo! We are getting on famously."

Archy in the meantime was doing his best, though his legs and arms began to ache; still he resolved, as long as his strength would hold out, to persevere. At length he felt that he could do no more.

"Go on, Tom," said he faintly. "Make the best of your way on sh.o.r.e and get help for the poor fellows, I will follow as fast as I can."

"No! no!" answered Tom, "I am not going to desert you, come rest your head on my chest. It will help you wonderfully, just consider me a piece of cork, you know I float like one, only keep your legs kicking and your arms moving smartly."

Tom did not tell Archy why he gave this advice, but he knew very well that if they were to remain quiet for an instant the cowardly sharks would make a dart at them, and that only by splashing vigorously could they keep off the monsters. He himself did so with his legs and one hand, while he placed the other under his friend's back. Archy felt his strength much restored after this rest, and declared himself ready to go on again. On they went once more. Though they were certain that they had made good way, still the sh.o.r.e appeared fearfully far off, as they gazed at it with eyes growing somewhat dim from fatigue.

Archy exerted himself more than he would before have considered possible, but once more a faintness came over him.

"Oh! Tom, I am sinking, don't wait for me, you will soon reach the sh.o.r.e now," he cried out.

Tom, however, approaching with a couple of strokes, seized him, and once more placed his head on his chest, striking furiously with his own feet; for the instant before he had seen another shark, and the monster seemed eyeing him as if about to make a grab at his arms and legs.

"Keep your feet kicking out, as I told you before," he exclaimed. "You will not sink, and it will keep them from getting the cramp. Kick, Archy! Kick!"

Archy could with difficulty do so, still he felt a great relief to his arms, and suddenly his strength again seemed to return.

"I will go on now," he said, turning once more round, and he and Tom swam on together as before, with their eyes fixed on the sh.o.r.e. Each time that Archy felt faint he was aroused by Tom's encouraging cries, and nerved himself to fresh exertions. How anxiously they strained their eyes ahead! the sh.o.r.e grew more and more distinct, and yet it seemed a long way off. At length they could distinguish the sandy beach and the green herbage beyond. Again Archy's strength began to fail him.

Near as was the sh.o.r.e, he felt that he might not, after all, be able to reach it. His sensations were those of a person in a dreadful dream.

Even Tom began to feel his strength almost exhausted. Archy once more cried out that he was sinking. That moment Tom felt his feet touch something; a horror for an instant seized him. It might be the back of a shark; still on he struck, towing Archy. Again his feet touched something below him; it did not yield. He tried again. Yes, he was, sure; it was firm ground.

"Hurrah, Archy! we are on sh.o.r.e at last," he cried out. "Let your feet fall, and you will find I am right."

"Thank G.o.d!" answered Archy, as his feet also touched the sand.