Small boat propelled with oars

Usage examples of dinghy.

Cave-maker, Wu thought, hearing the same sound, thinking the stream might be traveling upward, carving out an embryonic cave, a living structure with a cycle that ends in death, wondering how much trouble it would be to order a rubber dinghy, neoprene wet suit, aqualung and waterproof spotlight, dismissing the idea on the grounds he would not be here long enough to see it through.

At first they tried to hail it, thinking it was Bobber, but then realized it was just the dinghy they had set adrift.

Their own dinghy, deflated and folded around its gas cylinder, is stashed alongside that hatch in another piece of botchy retrofitting.

If a crude dinghy did get built, she would not sail with Naroin and Brod to Landing Continent, but ask to be dropped off along the way.

While Wally kept the dinghy on station above us, Chubby and I went down through the murky harbour water.

Chubby and Angelo went ashore in the dinghy - but I was too exhausted to make the effort, and dinnerless I collapsed across the double bunk in the master cabin and slept without moving until Judith woke me after nine in the morning.

Other sounds were audible, too - the slop of petrol in a half-empty jerrican, the drip of moisture from my oilskins, the rattle of tins badly stowed as the dinghy wallowed with a quick, unpredictable movement.

When the dinghy was afloat, its flat stern toward the shore, Lamar stood knee-deep in the water, holding the gunwales and looking around us, and I helped Christopher in, also keeping an eye on the water.

Doc and Sanda passed out through this, descended a short stairway to a wet, tossing float, and the bronze man hailed one of the black bumboatmen who sculled a rickety old dinghy.

Hours into the game, we had to find homonyms in the menu of a restaurant, swim out to a dinghy in the middle of a lake, and go into a house party to retrieve a clue from kids who were staging a knife fight.

Horst men seized Ham Brooks and drawly old Tex Haven, flung them into the dinghies, and rowed back down the mangrove creek.

There was a jetty at the bottom of the village, a crook of stone quay in whose shelter a couple of dinghies shifted uneasily on outhaul moorings.

They stopped by the dinghy long enough to stand the dozen conchs they had managed to collect upright in the sand.

There was another round of back slapping and hugs, and then the five of them went down to the grotto, where Ron had tied up the dinghy, and Harry waved goodbye to them, feeling that something good could come out of this after all.

Determined to reach our destination that night we waited till the ebb stream made, and then towed the yacht with the dinghy.