"Keep your grit, and a stout heart like a man, Davy!" but the roar of
breakers drowned his voice, and David did not hear.

"Is you afraid, Jamie?" Andy yelled in Jamie's ear.

"Aye," answered Jamie, "but I has plenty of grit."

He who knows danger and meets it manfully though he fears it, is
brave, and Jamie and all of them were brave.

The boat was in the passage at last. David, every nerve tense, held
her down to it. On the right seethed the Devil's Tea Kettle, sending
forth a continuous deafening roar. On the left was Comfort Island with
a boom! boom! of thundering breakers smashing against its high, sullen
bulwarks of black rocks. The boat was so near that spray from the
breakers fell over it in a shower.

[Illustration: ON THE RIGHT SEETHED THE DEVIL'S TEA KETTLE]

It was over in a moment. The Devil's Tea Kettle, with all its loud
threats, was behind them. The boat shot down along the shore, David
swung to port, and they were safe in the quiet waters to the lee of
the island.

"Thank the Lord!" said David reverently, as he brought the little
craft to and the sail flapped idly.

"'Twere a close shave," breathed Jamie.

"A wonderful close shave," echoed Andy.