I clutched the stem of the thing with both hands; I braced my feet against the bottom; I gave a tremendous tug and push, and up I came to the top, sea-feather and all! With both my hands full I couldn't do much swimming, and the tide carried me astern of the boat before I knew it.
Rectus was the first to shout to me.
"Drop it, and strike out!" he yelled; but I didn't drop it.

I took it in one hand and swam with the other.

But the tide was strong, and I didn't make any headway.

Indeed, I floated further away from the boat.
Directly, I heard a splash, and in a moment afterward, it seemed, the two darkey divers were swimming up to me.
"Drop dat," said one of them, "an' we'll take ye in." "No, I wont," I spluttered, still striking out with my legs and one arm.
"Take hold of this, and we can all go in together." I thought that if one of them would help me with the sea-feather, which seemed awfully heavy, two of us could certainly swim to the boat with four legs and two arms between us.
But neither of them would do it.

They wanted me to drop my prize, and then they'd take hold of me and take me in.