I'm in a hurry.

I've work to do this morning--see ?" Jonathan was gone before Stanley had finished.

"Pass, friend!" said the bass voice gently, and he slid away through the water with scarcely a ripple...

But curse the fellow! He'd ruined Stanley's bathe.

What an unpractical idiot the man was! Stanley struck out to sea again, and then as quickly swam in again, and away he rushed up the beach.