wetfooted

Updated: May 11, 2025

And after an hour, wetfooted and happy, dragging a yard or so of sea-tang behind her, she looked round for the Doctor, and saw him far out on the reef, lying flat on his stomach, and closely examining a large still pool of salt water, contained in the crevices of the rocks. He held up his hand and beckoned.

Henry Kingsley - Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn