Publisher's Synopsis
"Say, Frank, it's certainly getting pretty bad; isn't it?" "Well, Ned, it surely isn't getting any better. I'm positive of that. Look out! Here comes a big comber!" There was a surge of green, foam-capped water, which looked as if it would engulf and overwhelm the dory motor boat, in which crouched two youths, one about eighteen, and the other slightly older.
