He swung the keg round his head, and hurled it towards the shore.

Then he dropped into his seat, and gave two or three vigorous strokes, and, when safely beyond the line of breakers, sat quiet and watched the result.
"They have missed it the first time," he said.

"Look! They are going to run into the surf for it." The group on the shore joined hands, and the next time the keg was borne forward, in the tumble of foam, Considine ran forward and seized it.

The back rush took him from his feet, but the others held on, and before the next wave came, the line was safely on the beach.

A strong cable was soon pulled ashore and firmly fixed.