He felt cheated.
Jonathan stayed a little longer in the water.

He floated, gently moving his hands like fins, and letting the sea rock his long, skinny body.

It was curious, but in spite of everything he was fond of Stanley Burnell.
True, he had a fiendish desire to tease him sometimes, to poke fun at him, but at bottom he was sorry for the fellow.

There was something pathetic in his determination to make a job of everything.

You couldn't help feeling he'd be caught out one day, and then what an almighty cropper he'd come! At that moment an immense wave lifted Jonathan, rode past him, and broke along the beach with a joyful sound.