The rest of his clothing, one garment all told, he thoughtfully dropped at the top of the cliff before he took to the shelves.

The girl gathered his things as she ran, and danced excitedly with them in her arms as she saw his white body launch out from the lowest shelf far away below her, and go wrestling through the water like a tiny white frog.
They had travelled quicker than the careless boat, and he was well out among the first writhings of the Race before it came bobbing merrily towards him.

She saw his white arm flash up over the yellow side, and he hung there panting.

Then slowly he worked round to the fat stern, and hauled himself cautiously on board, and stood and waved a cheerful hand to her.
Then she saw him pick up a small piece of board from the flooring of the boat and try to paddle back into the slack water.

And she saw, too, that it was too late.