About eighteen inches above his head he had found a ledge sufficiently wide to give a grip for his hands, and hanging by these he managed to retain his place when three times his feet were swept off the rock by the rush of water.

The tide was just on the turn when the boat arrived, and so exhausted was he that he certainly would not have been able to hold out for the half hour's buffeting to which he would have been exposed before the water fell sufficiently to leave him.

After helping him into the boat the men gathered the clothes jammed in fissures of the cliffs.

These were, of course, drenched with water, but had for the most part remained firm in their places.

They now pulled round to the spot where Frank and Ruthven were awaiting them.
"Childers must have been pretty nearly done," Frank said.