If it will serve to reassure you, I will go along the line myself." He made this concession grudgingly.

In very truth, if danger still lurked in the neighboring sea, he would be far less able to avoid it whilst clinging to a rope that sagged with his weight, and thus working a slow progress across the channel, than if he were on his feet and prepared to make a rush backwards or forwards.
Not until Iris watched him swinging along with vigorous overhead clutches did this phase of the undertaking occur to her.
"Stop!" she screamed.
He let go and dropped into the water, turning towards her.
"What is the matter now ?" he said.
"Go on; do!" He stood meekly on the further side to listen to her rating.
"You knew all the time that it would be better to walk, yet to please me you adopted an absurdly difficult method.

Why did you do it ?" "You have answered your own question." "Well, I am very, very angry with you." "I'll tell you what," he said, "if you will forgive me I will try and jump back.

I once did nineteen feet three inches in--er--in a meadow, but it makes such a difference when you look at a stretch of water the same width." "I wish you would not stand there talking nonsense.

The tide will be over the reef in half an hour," she cried.
Without another word he commenced operations.