We approached the bay carefully, following Ben's footsteps.  There must have been a hundred fine, large, green turtle, basking in the sun before us--enough to make the mouth of an alderman water.  Ben crept up to the nearest, a fine fat fellow, and catching him by the flapper turned him over on his back, where he lay helplessly kicking, but unable to stir. Jerry and I, watching how he did it, turned over several more, though our united strength only enabled us to do it.  We had got over a dozen or more when we came to a big fellow who was too heavy for us.  We had got him almost over, when down he came again on his belly, and, very naturally, not appreciating the honour of being turned into turtle-soup, began scuttling away as hard as he could towards the sea.  As may have been discovered, neither Jerry nor I were fellows who ever liked to give in; so we held on to the turtle with all our might, every now and then lifting up one side in the hope of getting him over, when, in spite of his strength, we should have made him ours.  We shouted to Ben to come and help us; but he was busily employed in turning the other turtles, which, disturbed by our noise, were moving away towards the sea.  Our friend had got actually into the sea, and we still clung on though we were up to our middles in water.  We thought that by sticking to him we might now more easily get him over.  We did succeed in lifting him up a little way, but he dealt us such severe blows with his flapper that over we both went, getting our mouths full of sand and water, and, of course, wet to the skin.  Ben now saw that it was time to come to our aid, lest the turtle should actually swim away with us.  He rushed into the water; but just then our friend struck out with both his paddles, and darting away, we fell back head over heels, nor were sorry when Ben helped us to regain _terra firma_, with our arms and legs not a little bruised with the blows we had received.