Ebook Mirabel's Island

Then the cheated wave roared past, and the lit tle ship sank wearily into the churning hollow, and the man looked gray death squarely in the face. Still the yacht swam on, with the dogged valor of all inanimate things, and Death itself must have changed its frown to a derisive grimace, for what hope of succor could be wrung from gloomy crags scoured by a pelting sea?