here."

All this had happened so suddenly that for a few seconds the doctor was
dazed. He could see nothing, but he knew by the cry of the boy, and
the startled roar from the captain, that something was seriously wrong.
Then he heard the splash as the latter went over the side. In dismay,
he waited, peering through the darkness in an effort to find out what
had become of his companions. It seemed like an age that he stood
there until he heard the captain's voice bidding him to give a hand,
and pull him in. He sprang at once to the side of the yacht, leaned
far over, and stretched out his right arm. But he could touch nothing.

"Where are you?" he shouted. "I can't reach you."

"Out here," was the reply. "Try ag'in."

Leaning farther out now upon the overturned mast, he tried once more,
and had the satisfaction of feeling the sudden grip of the captain's
fingers as they closed upon his own. Carefully and with much
difficulty, for the strain was heavy, he was able to draw the submerged
man toward him.

"Here, take the boy," the captain gasped. "Never mind me."

With his left hand the doctor clutched Rod's oil-skins, and was soon
able to drag him into the yacht. This had scarcely been accomplished
before the captain pulled himself aboard, and stood by his side.
Forgotten was everything else as the old seaman bent over Rod as he lay
in the bottom of the cock-pit.