By this time the girls were shivering with cold.  The kimonos of washable crepe in which they had elected to sleep during the cruise afforded them little warmth.

“Get close together and keep each other warm,” called Miss Elting.

“What!  Sit down and shiver here all night long?” shouted Harriet.  “No, indeed.  We must do something or we shall lose our boat.”

“Wha—­at happened?” shivered Margery.

“The waves smashed the front door in.  That’s all I know about it now.”

“Oh, look!” screamed Hazel.  “It’s land!”

“Land, ho!” cried Crazy Jane.

“Yes, I know,” replied Harriet calmly.  “We are on shore.  We have been blown partly ashore.  I saw that a moment after we came out here.  There is no danger to us, but there is to the boat.”

“Did the anchor give way?” questioned the guardian, a sigh of relief escaping her upon learning that the immediate danger was over.

“I don’t know.  Jane!  I want you.  We must go to the front of the boat and see what can be done to stop the water from coming in.  Are you ready?”

“All ready,” called Jane.  “Where away?”

“Below there.”

“I want to go, too.  I want to go down there and get thome dry clotheth,” wailed Tommy.

“You’ll look a long time on this boat before you’ll find anything dry,” laughed Crazy Jane.  “Get up and run.  Sprint back and forth along this slippery deck, and, if you don’t fall down and break your precious necks, you’ll start your circulation and get warm.  Run for it!”

“Jane’s advice is excellent, girls.  Join hands and run back and forth, while Jane and Harriet see what can be done for us,” answered Miss Elting.

Jane and Harriet climbed down the aft ladder and made their way into the cabin.  Everything was afloat there.  It was with difficulty that they made their way through and out to the forward deck over which the waves were still dashing.  Both girls were knocked flat almost the instant they stepped out into the rear cockpit.  They were picked up an instant afterwards, only to be hurled against the deck house by a second wave.  Neither girl screamed; for a moment or two they were too nearly drowned to speak.  The rear end of the boat being driven up on the shore, the forward end lay several inches lower.  The lower deck in that part of the boat was entirely under water.

“What are we going to do about it?” gasped Jane finally.

Harriet was groping about on the deck, her head under water a good part of the time.

“I’ve found it,” she cried.

“Found what?” demanded Miss McCarthy.

“The cleats.”

“Well, what are they?”

“Maybe our last hope.  Climb up to the top.  I’ll tell you my plan.”

Jane lost no time in getting up where the rest of the party were dancing about the deck, trying their best to get warm, and succeeding but poorly.