He swam barely a dozen strokes before he was caught on the top of an incoming wave, tossed about like a cork and flung back upon the beach, where he lay groaning.

There was a little murmur amongst the fisherman, who rushed to lean over him.
"Swimming ain't no more use than trying to walk on the water," one of them declared.
Lessingham raised the lantern which he was carrying, and flashed it around.
"Where are the young ladies ?" he asked.
"Gone up to the house with two as we've just taken off the wreck," some one informed him.
Lessingham stooped down.

Willing hands helped him unfasten the cord from Jimmy's waist.

He tore off his own coat and waistcoat and boots.

Some helped, other sought to dissuade him, as he secured the line around his own waist.
"We've sent for more rockets," one man shouted in his ear.