Henry was on board, returning from one of his fishing excursions.

They were trying to find Dumble's anchorage and were driven in on to that low ridge of rock.

A rope broke, or something, they had no more rockets, and Mr.Lessingham swam out with the line." "Sounds like a plucky chap," Richard admitted.
Philippa rose to her feet regretfully.
"I expect he has come to wish us good-by," she said.

"I'll leave you with Helen, Dick.

Don't let her overfeed you.