Close behind me followed my companion, humming-- "And the devil has got his due, my lads-- Sing hey! but he waits for you!" And though I was far from singing hey! at the prospect, I felt that he meant what he said.
Arrived at the foot of the rock, we passed through the archway on to Ready-Money Cove.

Turning down to the edge of the sea, the Captain scanned the water narrowly, but there was no trace of the hapless John.

With a muttered curse, he began quickly to climb out along the north side of the rock, just above the sea-level, and looked again into the depths.

Once more he was disappointed.

Flinging off his clothes, he dived again and again, until from sheer exhaustion he crept out, bundled on his shirt and trousers, and climbed back to me.
"Curse him! where can he be ?" I now saw for the first time how terribly worn and famished the man was: he looked like a wolf, and his white teeth were bare in his rage.