But he went the wrong way.

Instead of skipping out of the water, he skipped in.

He went in so far that he got his trousers dripping wet.
"Hello!" I shouted.

"What's up ?" He didn't say anything, but began to pull back, and dig his heels into the sand.

Old Menendez and I saw, at the same moment, what was the matter, and we made a rush for him.