Several attempts were made to do the latter, for the stripping to swim with the loss of our clothes was not a course to be thought upon with equanimity; and though we shouted and waved handkerchiefs, the lugger pursued its slow way, and it was quite plain that we were not seen.
Meanwhile the water was steadily rising up the sides of our little island rock, and our position was beginning to wear a more serious aspect.
"We shall have to swim ash.o.r.e, boys," said Bigley, speaking in a tone which seemed to indicate that he would rather do anything else.
He looked towards the cliff as he spoke, and being so much taller than we, of course he had a much better view.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, with a look of horror, "the tide is round both points, and we shall have to swim right along ever so far before we can land."
"No, no," cried Bob, "let"s swim straight in."
"I tell you," cried Bigley, "if we do, we shall be drowned."
"What nonsense!" cried Bob. "Why, we"d climb up the rocks."
"There is not a place where you could climb," said Bigley gloomily. "I know every yard all along here, and there isn"t a single spot where you could get up the cliff."
"It"s too far to swim," I said gloomily. "I know I can"t go so far as that. Could you, Bob?"
He shook his head.
"Oh, yes, you could," cried Bigley excitedly. "It would be swimming with the stream, you know, and it would carry us along--I mean the tide would, and you"ve only got to think you could do it, and you would."
Bob Chowne shook his head, and I began to feel chilled and oppressed by the task we had before us.
"No, I couldn"t swim so far," cried Bob suddenly. "It would take a strong man who could keep on for hours to do that."
"I tell you that you could do it," cried Bigley, who seemed to be quite pa.s.sionate now. "Don"t talk like that, Bob, or you"ll frighten Sep Duncan out of trying."
"I"m not going to try," I said gloomily. "It would be no use. I could swim to the sh.o.r.e but not round the point."
"What"s the good of talking like that?" cried Bigley. "You both can swim it, and you must."
"Why, I don"t believe you could, Big," cried Bob in a whimpering tone.
"I do," said the great fellow doggedly, "and I"m going to try, and so are you two fellows."
"That we are not," we cried together.
"Yes, you are, for it"s our only chance, unless they see us from the boat. You"ll have to try, for the water will be up and over here before long, and what will you do then?"
"Drown, I s"pose," said Bob.
"Nonsense!" cried Bigley, who astonished us by the eager business way he had put on. "Who"s going to stand still and drown, when he can swim to a safe place? Here, let"s try and get "em to see us aboard the lugger,"
he cried. "All together! Let"s wave our caps and handkerchiefs."
We did all wave our caps and handkerchiefs, together and separately, but the boat went slowly on, as if there was no one in danger, and we turned and looked at each other in despair.
"They must be asleep," said Bob angrily. "Oh, it"s too bad."
"No," said Bigley sadly. "They can"t be asleep, because there"s someone steering, and someone else attending to the sails when they go about.
It"s only because they cannot see us. The rocks and cliffs hide us from them."
"Why, we can see them," said Bob bitterly.
"Yes, because they are against the sky," I said. "We are against the cliff. Oh, look at that!"
My schoolmates wanted no telling, for they were looking aghast at the way in which the water had washed up, and lapped over the edge of the rock upon which we stood. It fell directly, but it had risen high enough to show that in a few minutes it would sweep right to where we were, and in a few more completely cover the stone.
At this Bigley began to wave his jacket frantically, but the boat still glided slowly on with its sail lit up by the sunshine, and the sea glittering as far as we could see.
"It"s of no use; we must swim," cried Bigley; but we neither of us stirred, though he began resolutely to take off his big shoes. We saw what he was doing, but our eyes were strained towards the boat, which was much nearer now, making a long reach in towards the land, and it seemed so strange that those on board should be calmly sitting there, while we were in such peril, looking longingly for a sign that we were seen.
And still the water slowly rose, threatening several times, and then making a bold leap which carried it right over the stone, though it barely wetted our feet.
As it came over, Bigley stooped down quickly and caught up his shoes and clothes to keep them dry, and it seemed very ridiculous to me that he should trouble himself about that, when in a few more minutes they must be afloat.
Another wave and another came over us, and though I kept on waving my handkerchief at times, there seemed to be no hope of help from the lugger. So in a fit of despair, after a glance towards the sh.o.r.e, I began to follow Bigley"s example and undress, feeling that it was forced upon me, and that I must make an effort and swim for my life.
Bob Chowne stood with his forehead all wrinkled up watching me for a few minutes, and then he began to undress slowly; but a wave came and rose right up to our knees as it swept in, telling us plainly enough that before many minutes had pa.s.sed we should be unable to stand there, and in frantic haste we tore off our garments, and followed Bigley"s lead in tying them together in a bundle, in the faint hope of being able to take them in our teeth and carry them ash.o.r.e.
We were ready none too soon, for the tide rose rapidly, and it was evident that the time had come for our plunge.
"I"ll go first, boys, and you follow," cried Bigley. "Now, don"t hurry, and try and keep together. I won"t swim fast. Ready?"
There was no answer.
"Are you ready, I say? I want to give the word, and for us all to take the water together."
Still neither of us answered; and we stood there, bundles in hand, unwilling to quit the firm rock on which we stood knee-deep, for the treacherous sea.
"I say, boys! Are you ready!" cried Bigley again.
Still there was no answer, and the reluctance to stir would have continued longer, but an unexpected termination was put to our indecision by a larger wave sweeping over us, and making Bob Chowne slip and stagger.
He tried hard to recover himself, and we to catch him, but the wet rock was bad for the feet, or he placed his foot upon a piece of sea-weed.
At all events over he went with a splash and disappeared.
We two followed, bundles and all, and as Bob rose we were one on each side, and started swimming level with the sh.o.r.e so as to round the point between us and the western side of the Gap.
Driven to it as we were, Bob Chowne and I forgot our dread and began to swim steadily and well; but we had not been in the water five minutes before I found that we had undertaken to do that which was impossible, and that we had quite forgotten all about this being a dangerous spot for bathing.
I think we all discovered it about the same moment, but Bigley was the first to speak.
"Be cool, boys, as the doctor says," he called out to us. "This is no use. We"re not going with the tide, but fighting against it."
"But the tide"s coming in," I said.
"Yes, underneath," cried Bigley; "but the top part of the water"s running out like a mill-race, and we must go with it now. Follow me."