They went down the marshy level to the bank, and along it to the beds of sedges, where, on the verge of the sea, they had hidden the catamarans. There they undressed, and made their clothes and boots into bundles, and slung them over their shoulders with cord. Then they hauled their catamarans down to the water.
Volume Two—Chapter Fourteen.
New Formosa.
Splash!
“Is it deep?”
“Not yet.”
Bevis had got his catamaran in and ran out with it some way, as the water was shallow, till it deepened, when he sat astride and paddled. “Come on,” he shouted. Splash! “I’m coming.”
Mark ran in with his in the same manner, and sitting astride paddled about ten yards behind.