"Come along," he said.
As they waded round to the inner side of the island, Caius slowly took off some of his wet clothes and tied them round his neck.

Then they swam back across the channel at its narrowest.
While the water was rushing past their faces, Caius was conscious of nothing but the animal desire to be on the dry, warm shore again; but when they touched the bottom and climbed the bank once more to the place where he had seen the child cast away, he forgot all his fight with the sea, and thought only with horror of the murder done--or was there yet hope that by a miracle the child might be found somewhere alive?
It is hope always that causes panic.

Caius was panic-stricken.
The woman lay, bound hand and foot, upon the grass.
"If I couldn't ha' tied her," said Jim patronizingly, "I'd a quietened her by a knock on the head, and gone after the young un, if I'd been yo'." The other children had wandered away.

They were not to be seen.
Jim knelt down in a business-like way to untie the woman, who seemed now to be as much stunned by circumstances as if she had been knocked as just suggested.
A minute more, and Caius found himself running like one mad in the direction of home.

He cared nothing about the mother or the elder children, or about his own half-dressed condition.