"Well, boys, it's of no use to cry over spilt milk.

If the boat is not recovered unhurt, Mr Jonas Uggleston will have a new one, and I must apologise for my carelessness.
Now, then, we must walk home." Bigley looked at him in rather a curious way; and as I divined what he meant I glanced at the two points which projected and formed the bay, and saw that they were being swept by the waves to such an extent that it would have been madness to attempt to get round either wading or swimming.
"Yes," said my father, speaking as if someone had made this remark to him, "it would be impossible to get round there.

Come along, boys, help me down; I can't jump.

Let's see for a place to climb the cliff." We helped him down by standing with our heads bent upon our arms, as if we were playing at "_Saddle my nag_," then he lowered himself till he could rest his feet upon our shoulders, and the rest was easy.
"We mustn't lose time," he said, as he stood on the rough shingle; "the tide is running in very fast." It was quite true, and before long it would certainly completely fill the bay..