But suddenly she heard a loud shout and a splash, and found herself caught up and carried like an infant.
"Lie still.

Never mind the pony: what is he?
I will go for him afterward.

You first, you first of all the world, my Mary." She tried to speak, but not a word would come; and that was all the better.

She was carried quick as might be through a whirl of tossing waters, and gently laid upon a pile of kelp; and then Robin Lyth said, "You are quite safe here, for at least another hour.

I will go and get your pony." "No, no; you will be knocked to pieces," she cried; for the pony, in the drift and scud, could scarcely be seen but for his helpless struggles.
But the young man was half way toward him while she spoke, and she knelt upon the kelp, and clasped her hands.
Now Robin was at home in a matter such as this.