Part of the business which brought him to Barbadoes concerned that little house.

With a sudden movement he made a dive at his shoes and stockings and speedily had them lying at the bottom of the boat.

Then he stepped overboard and waded towards the shore.

In some of the deeper places he wetted the bottom of his breeches, but he did not mind that.
The passenger in the stern sat down, but he continued to swear.
Presently Dickory was on the dry sand, and running up to that cottage door.

A little back from the front of the house and in the shade there was a bench, and on this bench there sat a girl, reading.