"I'll give a hail, and see if that brings any answer." Raising his voice, Reade shouted lustily: "Hello, there, friend?
Are you safe?
Want any help ?" "Anything we can do for you, friend ?" bawled Dan Dalzell, in his most resonant tone.
Only the mocking echoes of their own questions came back to them.
"Beat the water with the paddle.

Danny," advised Reade after they had waited for some moments.

"We've more than a mile to go.

Whip up the water.

If you get tired, pass the paddle back to me." "I'm not sorry to get away from that place," breathed Dalzell, after at least a hundred lusty strokes.
"Nor I," confessed Reade.