The hardier swimmers, with Paul, struck out for the abutment on the pier in their usual way and poor Michael was left alone.

Sam gently gathered up Michael's clothes, and retired to a lumber pile where he leisurely seated himself and waited for the owner to land.

Michael had often heard of the terrible Sam Long so he did not go ashore, though Sam called him frequently.

At last growing weary, the constable walked away with the captured wardrobe.

As he disappeared, Michael started on a dead run for home.