For the tide was coming in rapidly, and, as I have shown, we were on a part of the shore that was only bare about once a month.
"All right," cried Bob.

"I've got mine and old Big's." "Where are Big's shoes ?" I said.
"Down by the pool.

Come on, Big, old chap," shouted Bob.
"I'll get them," I said, and I ran to the bottom pool and had to fish them out of the bottom where they had been left.
As I took them out I felt ready to drop them, but I did not, for I flung them and my net and basket as far up the shore as I could, and held out my hands to Bigley, who was looking out at me from the grotto-like place.
"Why don't you come out ?" I cried.

"Can't you see the tide's coming in ?" "Yes--yes," he said in a curious hollow voice, "I can see, but I can't move.

I'm stuck fast.