it was profitable to be dead to the world, this seemed the occasion; so upstairs bounded the two, after getting Turner's promise to wake them in case anything exciting turned up.
At six, they were down again, hurrying out to watch the mighty upheaval of the ocean. Breasting the wind, they scurried along the low sand hills above the beach. Now that the tide was approaching its maximum, the foaming breakers beat the shore with redoubled fury. The low stretch between Cape Peril and Seagulls' Nest was completely submerged, and the waves were washing over into Lake Herring. The spillway appeared in danger of demolition.
Excitement grew when the watchers saw in the far distance a big liner upreared on the summit of a great wave, only to disappear the next moment in the trough, and then mount into sight once more on another swell.
When the wind drove the boys indoors once more, they found dinner waiting to furnish a half-hour's diversion. The evening dragged by without news of yacht or flyers. By nine o'clock darkness had shrouded the ocean except where sections gleamed under the shafts of light that
