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At last their identity was revealed. They were weir-stakes. The weir

itself was evidently dismantled. Such stakes as remained were set some

distance from one another, like fence-posts located irregularly.

He made hasty observation of bearings as the boat drifted, and was

certain that the sea would carry them down past the stakes. How near

they would pass depended on the vagary of the waves and the tide. He

realized that three men, even if they were able seamen, could do little

in the way of rowing or guiding the longboat in the welter of that sea,

now surging madly over the shoals. He knew that there was not much water

under the keel, for the ocean was turbid with swirling sand, and the

waves were more mountainous, heaped high by the friction of the water on

the bottom. Every now and then the crest of a roller flaunted a banner

of bursting spray, showing breakers near at hand.

Mayo hurried to the bow of the boat and pulled free a long stretch of

cable. He made a bowline slip-knot, opened a noose as large as he could

handle, coiled the rest of the cable carefully, and poised himself on a

thwart.

"What now?" asked the cook.

"No matter," returned Mayo. His project was such a gamble that he did

not care to canvass it in advance.

The nearer they drove to the stakes the more unattainable those objects

seemed. They projected high above the water.

The cook perceived them and got up on his knees and squinted. "Huh!" he

sniffed. "You'll never make it. It can't be done!"

In his fierce anxiety Mayo heaved his noose too soon, and it fell short.

He dragged in the cable with all his quickness and strength and threw

the noose again. The rope hit the stake three-quarters of the way up and

fell into the sea.

"It needs a cowboy for that work," muttered the cook.

Mayo recovered his noose and poised himself again.

In the shallows where they were the boat which bore him became a

veritable bucking bronco. It was flung high, it swooped down into the

hollows. He made a desperate try for the next stake in line. The noose

caught, and he snubbed quickly. The top of the stake came away with a

dull crack of rotten wood when the next wave lifted the boat.

Mayo pulled in his rope hand over hand with frantic haste. He

was obliged to free the broken stake from the noose and pull his

extemporized lasso into position again. He made a wider noose. His

failure had taught a point or two. He waited till the boat was on the

top of a wave. He curbed his desperate impatience, set his teeth, and

whirled the noose about his head in a widening circle. Then he cast just

as the boat began to drop. The rope encircled the stake, dropped to the

water, and he paid out all his free cable so that a good length of the

heavy rope might lie in the water and form a makeshift bridle. When he

snubbed carefully the noose drew close around the stake, and the latter

held. The waves which rode under them were terrific, and Mayo's heart

came into his mouth every time a tug and shock indicated that the rope

had come taut.