And young Jack stood up in the boat, tearing off his jacket and waistcoat.
"What are you after?"
"I'm in after him."
"Jack, Jack, you'll never live in this heavy sea."
"Never fear, old boy, I'll try."
"You shall not, I say. You—"
"Here goes," cried young Jack.
And before Harry Girdwood could interfere, over he went, head first, into the boiling waves.
Harry Girdwood held his breath in sheer fright.
He shipped his oars and peered over the boat's side.