The cold was terrible, and it had hold of my limbs in spite of the swimming.

It was hard work climbing over the bows, as I must needs do unless I wanted to capsize the light craft as I had overset a fisher's canoe more than once, by boarding her over the side, as we sported in the Glastonbury meres in high summer; but I managed it, and was all the better for the struggle, which set the blood coursing in my veins again.

Then I got out the oars and began to pull away from the ship, with no care for direction so long as I could get away from her.
The foe had no boat, for they were all clustered in the ship or close to her on the rock, and there was a deal of noise going on among them.

When I was fairly out of their way, and I could no longer make out their forms, I began to plan where I had best go, and at first I thought of a little beach that I had seen on the far side of the cove, thinking that I could get up what seemed a gorge to the cliff's top, and so hide inland somewhere.

But when I could see right into the gorge, I found that it was steep and higher than I thought.