For a moment it felt like standing on the roof of the house, and the next moment the ship stood up on end and shot the whole crew into the dark waters.
We boys can swim all right.

Oswald has swum three times across the Ladywell Swimming Baths at the shallow end, and Dicky is nearly as good; but just then we did not think of this; though, of course, if the water had been deep we should have.
As soon as Oswald could get the muddy water out of his eyes he opened them on a horrid scene.
Dicky was standing up to his shoulders in the inky waters; the raft had righted itself, and was drifting gently away towards the front of the house, where the bridge is, and Dora and Alice were rising from the deep, with their hair all plastered over their faces--like Venus in the Latin verses.
There was a great noise of splashing.

And besides that a feminine voice, looking out of the dairy window and screaming-- 'Lord love the children!' It was Mrs Pettigrew.

She disappeared at once, and we were sorry we were in such a situation that she would be able to get at Albert's uncle before we could.

Afterwards we were not so sorry.
Before a word could be spoken about our desperate position Dora staggered a little in the water, and suddenly shrieked, 'Oh, my foot! oh, it's a shark! I know it is--or a crocodile!' The others on the bank could hear her shrieking, but they could not see us properly; they did not know what was happening.