Boys, we shall have to venture out, and swim round the point." Bob Chowne shuddered, and I felt a curious sensation of dread creeping over me which I tried to shake off.
"But there seems to be a way up to a shelf of rock, father," I said; "close there by the point." "Ah!" he cried.
"But no higher." "Never mind," he said sharply.

"Go on first.

Quick!" It was quite necessary to be quick, for the water was already lapping among the stones at the foot of the chink and mounting fast.
"Yes, I see," said my father.

"There! Lose no time.

Up with you, Uggleston.