She was only a few yards away from it when she came up--just as my eyes fell on the spot.

I am very glad to have saved her for you; but, of course, it was nothing of a swim.

She could not have been many yards out of my depth.

Now I will run home and change my things." James Walsham was too much accustomed to be wet through, to care anything about his dripping clothes, but they served him as an excuse to get away, for he felt awkward and embarrassed at the gratitude of the old soldier.

He pushed his way through the little crowd, which had now gathered round, and started at a run; for the news had brought almost all those gathered round the peep show to the shore, the excitement of somebody being drowned being superior even to that of the peep show, to the great majority; though a few, who had no hope of obtaining the necessary pennies, had lingered behind, and seized the opportunity for a gratuitous look through the glasses.
James ran upstairs and changed his clothes without seeing his mother, and then, taking down one of his lesson books, set to work, shrinking from the idea of going out again, and being made a hero of.
Half an hour later there was a knock at the front door, and a few minutes after his mother called him down.