"Hi!" he gasped, the boat's nose hard on top of him.
The rower glanced round.
There was no mistaking that falcon-face.
It was the Gentleman.
II
"Who's there?" peering suspiciously.
"Boy Hoad, powder-monkey o the Dreadnought."
"Is that the Dreadnought?" sharply.
"Dreadnought, forty-four. Oi'm drownin, sir. Take us in."
His hand was on the boat's gunwale.