"I will do that," cried the widow. "You jump overboard and save him."
Caroline yawned and raised her soft white hands to her tumbled hair. "Do save him, Bertie, I'm not equal to the task of comforting mama, just now."
Bertie looked at his immaculate yachting clothes and hesitated.
"Ah, you do not love me," cried the widow. "Oh, my baby, my own."
"I love you so," said Bertie solemnly, "I refuse to leave you in your grief even for a moment."
A long white arm shot over the crest of a tumbled wave and was followed by a man's head and long, thin body. The man swam well and quickly and was making straight for the now swimming dog.
"A rescue, a rescue," cried Henry, and added softly to himself, "Oh, poppycock!"
CHAPTER XXV
AS HE SAID HE WOULD
The widow leaned far over the side. "Oh," said she, "the man is naked."