He could see him faintly struggling and, swimming with long, steady strokes, soon overtook him.
"Put your arm on my shoulder," he said; "I will soon get you ashore." The Sikh did as he was told, and Lisle turned to make for the shore they had left.

To his dismay, however, he found that the centre current was carrying him to the opposite side.

As soon as he found this to be the case, he ceased his efforts and allowed himself to float down.

Doubtless the Ashantis would be on the watch, and any movement in the water would catch their eyes.
He could hear their voices on the bank and, occasionally, a shot was fired over his head.

He felt sure, however, that he was still unseen; and determined to float quietly, till the course of the current changed, and brought him back to the side from which he started.