It came from the base of the cliff to the right: a cry so insistent that they ran toward it in a body.
Far below them, on the edge of a great boulder which rose from the broken water and seemed to overhang it, stood the rescued sailor.

He was pointing.
Taffy was the first to reach him! "It's my brother! It's my brother Sam!" Taffy flung himself full length on the rock and peered over.
A tangle of ore-weed awash rose and fell about its base; and from under this, as the frothy waves drew back, he saw a man's ankle protruding, and a foot still wearing a shoe.
"It's my brother!" wailed the sailor again.

"I can swear to the shoe of en!".