gurgle, coming up next moment, however, with a gasp.
Strange to say, after the first plunge and overthrow amid the boiling waves, the swimmers found themselves in almost still water.
"You 'd better let me take Sammy, ma'am," said Captain Slagg, swimming quietly alongside of Madge, and speaking in the calm tone of a man taking an evening stroll.
"Is that you, Slagg?" asked Sam, who was striking out vigorously.
"Yes, sir, it is," said Slagg. "You 've no need to exert yourself, sir, so violently. I know the spot well. We 've bin washed clean over the reef by the wave that sank us, into a sort o' nat'ral harbour, an' we ain't far from shore. I can feel bottom now, sir, which, bein' a six-footer, you 'll touch easy."
"So I do!" exclaimed Sam, letting down his feet. "Madge, darling, cheer up, we've got soundings. Give Sammy to Slagg. There, we 'll do famously now."
Only those who have been for a few moments in deadly peril can understand the feeling of intense relief that came to Sam Shipton's heart when he felt his toes touch ground on that eventful night. The feeling was expressed in his tone of voice as he asked Slagg whether he had seen any of the others.
