"Auch! and who else would yez expect it to be? Did yez take me for ould Neptune risin' hout of the say? Or did yez think I was a mare-maid? Gee mee a grip o' yer wee fists, ye bonny boys. Ole Bill warn't born to be drowned!" "But how did ye come, Bill? The tide's been rising ever since we left you." "Oh!" said Terence, "I see how it is; the bay isn't so deep after all: you've waded all the way."