"I mean to," responded young Jack, with great coolness, all things considered.
And now Harry could see that Jack's left hand was twined in the black flowing hair of the half senseless boy.
The latter had no sooner reached the air and gulped down a breath or two greedily, than consciousness came partly back, and he threw his arms about his preserver and struggled desperately.
"Leave go," cried young Jack. "Let go, or we shall both go down together."
But it is not easy to reason with a drowning man.
Young Jack found himself now in a desperate strait indeed.
The frantic efforts of the rescued boy impeded his movements, entirely baffling the heroic Jack's best efforts.
Harry Girdwood saw it all, and his terror increased every moment.
Well it might.
The mad struggles of the stranger imperilled both.