Every boat was making for the shore . The gale was steadily increasing . He had his doubts about making a landing himself , and Braithwaite would be twenty minutes later . `` But it is n't my lookout , '' he muttered . Benjamin had landed and was hauling up his boat when Mr. Murray came running down the road . `` Frank ? '' he gasped . `` Him and Leon went out , the foolish boys ! They neither of them know anything about a time like this . '' `` I guess they 'll be all right , '' said Benjamin reassuringly . `` They were late starting . They may find it rather hard to land . '' The other boats had all got in with more or less difficulty . The Murray boat alone was out . Men came scurrying along the shore in frightened groups of two and three . The boat came swiftly in before the wind . Mr. Murray was half beside himself . `` It 'll be all right , sir , '' said one of the men . `` If they ca n't land here , they can beach her on the sandshore . '' `` If they only knew enough to do that , '' wailed the old man .
`` But they do n't -- they 'll come XXXXX on to the rocks . ''
Benjamin Braithwaite Leon Mr. Murray beach boats gale right sandshore