"It would be no use.

I could swim to the shore but not round the point." "What's the good of talking like that ?" cried Bigley.

"You both can swim it, and you must." "Why, I don't believe you could, Big," cried Bob in a whimpering tone.
"I do," said the great fellow doggedly, "and I'm going to try, and so are you two fellows." "That we are not," we cried together.
"Yes, you are, for it's our only chance, unless they see us from the boat.

You'll have to try, for the water will be up and over here before long, and what will you do then ?" "Drown, I s'pose," said Bob.
"Nonsense!" cried Bigley, who astonished us by the eager business way he had put on.

"Who's going to stand still and drown, when he can swim to a safe place?
Here, let's try and get 'em to see us aboard the lugger," he cried.