They almost shouted with joy at the sight.
"That's a deuce of a way off," said Harry Girdwood.
"About a mile."
"A mile is a precious good swim," grunted Harry.
"So much the better. These villainous old Turks won't be suspicious, and a mile isn't much for either of us, I think. I don't mind it, and we can answer for Tinker and his prime minister."
"Dat's so," said Bogey, grinning from ear to ear. "Yah, yah! Me and Tinker swim with Massa Harry and Jack on our backs."
At dusk they matured their plan of action.
Tinker could float on the water like a cork, and was the swiftest swimmer of the four.
Tinker was, therefore, lowered as far down as they could manage, and then allowed to drop into the water.
It was a drop!