I have loosened my skirt.

Perhaps we can swim ashore." He thought to himself that in the dark and breakers such an event was not probable, but he said nothing, and addressed himself to the task of getting rid of his coat and waistcoat--no easy one in that confined space.

Meanwhile the canoe was whirling round and round like a walnut shell upon a flooded gutter.

For some distance before the waves broke upon the reef and rocks they swept in towards them with a steady foamless swell.

On reaching the shallows, however, they pushed their white shoulders high into the air, curved up and fell in thunder on the reef.
The canoe rode towards the breakers, sucked upon its course by a swelling sea.
"Good-bye," called Geoffrey to Beatrice, as stretching out his wet hand he found her own and took it, for companionship makes death a little easier.
"Good-bye," she cried, clinging to his hand.