“And Jack Marcy is below. Follow me, Tom. The captain and mate intend leaving him behind.”
Both boys hurried into the cabin. Will groped his way to the inner compartment.
It was locked!
He had no thought now of personal safety, but, suspenseful for the rescue of their staunch friend, bade Tom help him.
Together they endeavored to force the locked door. Will beat at it with a chair, kicked at it, flung his body against it.
The door gave way at last.
“Jack! Jack!” he cried, groping his way about blindly in the darkness.
A lurch of the ship sent him to one side of the cabin.
As he fell his hand came in contact with a prostrate form.
“It is Jack, and he is insensible,” he murmured, concernedly. “Tom! Tom!”