W. Bert Foster 
Swept Out to Sea, or Clint Webb Among the Whalers [EPUB ebook] 

Excerpt: "The wind had died to just a breath, barely filling the canvas of the Wavecrest. We were slowly making the mouth of the inlet at Bolderhead after a day’s fishing. Occasionally as the fitful breeze swooped down the sloop made a pretty little run, then she’d sulk, with the sail flapping, till another puff came. I lay in the stern with my hand on the tiller, half asleep, while Paul Downes, my cousin, was stretched forward of the mast, wholly in dreamland. A little roll of the sloop as she tacked, almost threw him into the water and he awoke with a snarl and sat up. "For goodness sake! aren’t we in yet?" he demanded, crossly. "What you been doing for the last hour Clint Webb? We’re no nearer the inlet now than we were then, I swear!""