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60 He groaned aloud, not so much with the pain he must have felt, but with the helpless  impatience of knowing himself to be unequal to the crisis. The deeper blue streak of water that Billy had pointed out, became rapidly  darker and darker until it was grey, then  black, and came rushing toward them at furious speed. The little cat-boat swung round to meet it. Billy tugged manfully at the sheet and noticed, with sudden consternation, that  the strands of the rope had been frayed against  the cleat and showed a dangerously weak  place.

“What shall I do?” he cried. “Look, quick—” but he spoke too late.

The squall struck them, the sheet parted with a crack like a pistol shot and in an instant  the great sail was flapping backward and forward over their heads like a mad thing. The heavy boom swung over and then back with sickening jerks, the old rotten mast groaned, creaked, then suddenly, with a splintering  crash, went overboard dragging with it a mass of cordage and canvas.

In wild haste Captain Saulsby and Billy strove to cut away the wreckage, but they were  not quick enough. The boat heeled over