It was a sight she never forgot.

With the great waves crashing down on the shore, and the line of straggling figures, waist deep in the white foam, in which were scattered, here and there, portions of the boat, oars, sails, and nets.
"Well done, well done!" the squire exclaimed.

"They have dragged up three of them.

I don't know whether there are any more." "Yes, yes, look!" Aggie cried; "there, out in the waves--there, I can see a head.

That's just about where I was nearly drowned.