I guess I know where the shoals are," and just at that minute he ran his boat hard and fast on one of them.
He jumped up, and took an oar and pushed and pushed: but it was of no good--he was stuck fast.

By this time we had left him pretty far behind; but we all had been watching, and Rectus asked if we couldn't go back and help him.
"Well, I s'pose so," said Menendez; "but it's a shame to keep three decent people out of their dinner for the sake of a man like that, who hasn't got sense enough to take good advice when it's give to him." "We'd better go," said I, and Menendez, in no good humor, put his boat about.

We found the other boat aground, in the very worst way.

The old Minorcan said that he could see that sand-bar through the water, and that they might as well have run up on dry land.

Better, for that matter, because then we could have pushed her off.
"There aint nuthin' to be done," he said, after we had worked at the thing for a while, "but to jist wait here till the tide turns.