The water rippled in the ears as each leg-thrust drove them little by little across the current.
If George had but listened! It was so easy, after all.

The sand-bank still slid past them, but less rapidly.

They were close to it now, and had only to lie still and be drifted against the leaning stanchions of the wreck.

Taffy flung an arm about one and checked his way quietly, as a man brings a boat alongside a quay.

He hoisted Joey first upon the stanchion, then up the tilted deck to the gap of the main hatchway.