He had
come to this wild little land of Sark after silver, and he said to
himself that he had found a pearl beyond price.
In a minute or two they were scrambling up the slope and flung
themselves down beside him for a rest, feeling the strain of unusual
exertion now that the brace and tonic of the water was off them.
"You are bold swimmers," said Gard.
"She's a fish in the water," said Bernel, "and she made me swim almost
as soon as I could walk."
"You see," said Nance, in her decisive little way, "many of our Sark men
won't learn to swim. They think it's mistrusting God. But that seems to
me foolish. Every man who goes down to the sea ought to be able to
swim--besides, it's terribly nice."
"Yes, surely, Sark men ought to be able to swim, and they have certainly
no lack of opportunity. But it's a dangerous coast for those who don't
know it. Look at that now," and he nodded to the foaming race in front
of them, between Breniere and a gaunt rocky peak which rose like a
mountain-top out of the lonely sea. "Why, it must be running five or six
miles an hour.
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