CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A PERILOUS SWIM.
"I say, what shall we do ?" cried Bob.
"We must take off our clothes and swim for it," said Bigley.
"No, no," I cried, for the idea was appalling.

"Let's stay here." "What, and be swept off ?" said Bob.

"No; Bigley's right.

We must swim for it.

No, I see! There's your father's lugger, Big.