"It looks shallow there, for the water's pale green.

I can't see from here, but I don't believe it's up to one's knees." "We'll try," said Mike, springing on to the rock, flush with the water, upon which Vince stood, with none too much room.
"Mind what you're doing!" "Oh my! how sharp the rock is!" shouted Mike, who stood on one leg to pet and comfort an injured toe.
"I shall go along there," said Vince, "and then keep close to the wall." "But you'll mind and not get in the current.

It would take you away directly." "Just as if it was likely I should risk it, with my clothes on!" said Vince scornfully.

"Do you suppose I want a soaking?
I think, you know, that if I get along there I shall be able to hold on and look up at this part of the cliffs.

'Tis a pity there isn't a narrow shore, so that you could walk right round." "Well, take care," said Mike.