ing rigging offered a hold against the grasp of the sea.
"Get ready, men!" the commander went on. "The wind is bringing her in fast, and it's going to be against us shooting a line over her, but we'll do our best. If she strikes now, so much the better."
"Why?" asked Blake, wonderingly.
"Because then she'll be stationary, and we can keep our main line taut. If she keeps drifting inshore while we're hauling the buoy back and forth it means that we'll have to keep tightening up all the while."
"There, she's struck!" suddenly called one of the life savers. All gazed out to sea, where, amid a smother of foam, the craft could be seen. Her change in position was evident. Her decks sloped more, and instead of drifting she remained in one position.
"The rocks have gripped her," spoke old Abe, solemnly. "She'll go to pieces soon now."
"Then get busy!" cried C. C. Piper, who seemed not to have lost his strangely cheerful mood. "Save those men!"
"That's what we're going to do," said the captain. "All ready now, men."
"And that means we'd better get busy, Joe," said Blake. "We can't do anything to help just
