"Sleep ?" "Yes; we've all been to sleep, and--Here, Bob! Wake up! Wake up!" He shook Bob Chowne, who was so sound that it was with difficulty he could be made to sit up, and in that little interval I realised why it was that Bigley looked so scared.
It was plain enough: tired out with our prawning, we had been thoughtless enough to let our weariness get the better of us, and while we had slept the enemy had not only approached, but surrounded us and cut us off from the shore.

In fact, as we stared about us, a wave struck the rock and sent its soft spray right up to where we were standing.
"Here, what's the matter ?" cried Bob.

"I say, what is it?
Oh, I say, where are the prawns ?" Prawns?
They and the baskets were far away now, while the nets might be anywhere.

Between us and the shore the water for a good hundred yards was six feet deep at least, and there was a swim of a hundred and fifty before we could begin to wade, while, if we did not start at once, there would be a swim of nearly half a mile, for the points of the little bay where we were would soon be covered, the rocks were perpendicular, and to stay in the bay was to be drowned..