We grew very impatient to get to solid ground, so we started too early and went springing from cake to cake.

Tom made a miscalculation, and fell short.

He got a bitter bath, but he was so close to shore that he only had to swim a stroke or two--then his feet struck hard bottom and he crawled out.

I arrived a little later, without accident.

We had been in a drenching perspiration, and Tom's bath was a disaster for him.