“I give you my word,” he said.
Whereupon he swam to shore, to the great relief of us both.
CHAPTER XVI. THE RETURN WITH CHUDLEIGH.
We climbed up the bank, and sat for some time drying in the sun. We were wet, and, moreover, had drunk large quantities of the Hudson River. As a regular thing, I prefer dry land as a place of inhabitation.
While the sun dried our bodies and clothing I was thinking. Though I had taken my man, and that, too, single-handed, my position was not the best in the world. I was now on the wrong side of the river, and I had lost my weapons and my comrades. Also I was hungry.
“Chudleigh,” I asked, “are you hungry?”
“Rather,” he replied with emphasis.
“How are we to get something to eat?” I asked.