As he disappeared, he gave another shout, a hollow strange echoing “Good-bye,” and a few moments after there was a run back of the water and a hollow roar, and it needed very little exercise of the imagination to picture the rugged opening as the mouth of some marine monster into which the young man had passed.
Volume One—Chapter Three.
Discords.
“Don’t be alarmed,” said Leslie quietly; “I dare say it is like one of the zorns yonder, only the mouth is too narrow for a boat.”
“But it is so foolish,” said Louise, giving him a grateful look.
“Yes, but he swims so easily and well, there is nothing to mind. What are you going to do, Mr Pradelle?”
“Work the boat close up so as to help him,” said Pradelle shortly.
“No, don’t do that. We have had one escape from a capsize. We must keep out here in deep water.”