"Hullo!"
"Man overboard!"
The signal of the sinking man caught the quick ears of the two men in the boat, and they pulled towards him double quick.
Hunston caught hold of the side of the boat.
"This arm. Catch under my armpit. There; thanks. I've hurt the other."
Barely rescued from the jaws of death, and yet all his coolness and presence of mind had come back to him.
In a trice he was lying at the bottom of the boat, panting and waiting to recover his breath to renew his thanks for their service.
"Why, mounseer, you speak English," said one of the sailors. Hunston nodded.
"I am English."
"So are we."