They think it's mistrusting God.

But that seems to me foolish.

Every man who goes down to the sea ought to be able to swim--besides, it's terribly nice." "Yes, surely, Sark men ought to be able to swim, and they have certainly no lack of opportunity.

But it's a dangerous coast for those who don't know it.

Look at that now," and he nodded to the foaming race in front of them, between Breniere and a gaunt rocky peak which rose like a mountain-top out of the lonely sea.