`` No , ca n't do nothin ' ! No boat c 'd live in that surf f ' r a moment . The schooner 'll go to pieces mighty soon , I 'm feared . It 's turrible ! turrible ! to stan ' by an ' watch yer neighbours drown like this ! '' Curtis and Will elbowed their way down to the water 's edge . The relatives of the crew were all there in various stages of despair , but old Paul Stockton seemed like a man demented . He ran up and down the beach , crying and praying . His only son was on the Amy Reade , and he could do nothing to save him ! `` What are they doing ? '' asked Will of Martin Clark . `` Trying to get a line ashore by throwing out a small rope with a stick tied to it , '' answered Martin . `` It 's young Stockton that 's trying now . But it is n't any use . The cross-currents on that reef are too powerful . '' `` Why , Don will bring that line ashore ! '' exclaimed Curtis . `` Here , Don ! Don , I say ! ''
The dog bounded back along the shore XXXXX a quick bark .
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