"We were on the rock yonder, and had to swim for it.

We wanted to get to shore." "And the current took you out, eh?
Of course it would.

Then you weren't swimming for the lugger, eh ?" "Oh, no, sir," I cried; "we had forgotten all about the boat." "Then, where were you going to swim to--Swansea ?" he cried.
"I don't know, sir," I said dolefully.
"No more do I," he snarled.

"'Cross the sea to Ireland, eh?
And no biscuit and water.

Ah, you ought to be all rope's-ended.