Publisher's Synopsis
"Say, Frank, it's certainly getting pretty bad; isn't it?" "Well, Ned, it surely isn't getting any better. I'm positive of that. Look out! Here comes a big comber!" There was a surge of green, foam-capped water, which looked as if it would engulf and overwhelm the dory motor boat, in which crouched two youths, one about eighteen, and the other slightly older. "Hold her nose right into it, Frank!" cried the younger lad, who was bending over the laboring motor. "That's what I'm doing," was the answer of his brother, "Whoop! Some water came aboard that time!" The dory, built for rough work in the open sea, 2 did not actually ship the wave, for her high and peculiarly built bow and stern were intended to meet just such emergencies, but there was a heavy storm brewing, and the wind whipped enough water off the top of the big wave to make three or four inches in the bottom of the craft.
