Tommy did not hesitate a moment.
With the utmost bravery he precipitated himself into the sea and struck out bravely to rescue his friend.
He could not tell whether he was seriously injured or not.
He might be mortally wounded; and again he might only be slightly hurt; at all events, he was determined to do all in his power for him.
Boston Charley here took it upon himself to do the best he could in the crisis for the safety of the boys, as Capt. Diaz did not raise his voice in their behalf. In a clear, ringing voice the first officer ordered the helm down and the sails to be lowered, while he threw over the side a couple of hencoops. In a short time the ship's course was altered, and Tommy, who had caught hold of Bobsey's right arm, was under the lee gangway.
"Lower a boat there," commanded the officer. "Lower away lively, my lads."
"Carambo!" cried the captain, rousing himself at last, "who is commander here?"
"When you so far forget yourself as you have done," replied Boston Charley, eying him sternly, "it becomes the duty of every man in the ship to let you know that they no longer regard you as their captain."
"You mutinous Yankee dog!" screamed the captain, hoarse with passion.
"Capt. Diaz," answered the officer, "I want you to know that an American is as good as a Spaniard, and though you are part owner of this vessel, I don't give a snap of the finger for you."