But when he tried to stand, the receding water swept his legs from under him so unexpectedly and forcibly that he lost his grasp of the rope.

He went down and felt the water tugging him back, swam mightily and was lifted to the top of an in-rushing breaker, filled his lungs with air and felt blindly for the rope.

Then hands seized him and Joe and Han, clinging to the cable, dragged him ashore.
Phil found himself under the frowning battlement of the huge cliff on a ledge of sand and shingle scarcely twenty feet wide.

But there was less sweep for the rain here and the _Adventurer_ was plainly visible through the strange semi-darkness.

Steve had made the shore end of the cable fast to a boulder that stood, half out of the shingle, at the base of the cliff.