“All right; then we’ll come aboard too,” said the man. “Here, Brown, you go first. This accident is entirely my fault.”
“No more yours than mine,” returned the man addressed, as he hauled himself up over the stern. “It was I who wanted to go out without a man to manage the boat, Mr. Markham.”
“Yes; but I tied the knots in the ropes,” was the reply, as the elder man also came on board.
They were all well-dressed people, and I rightly guessed that they were boarders at one of the hotels at Bayport.
“Well, young man, it was lucky you came along,” said Mr. Markham, turning to me. “You have saved at least two lives.”
He was still excited, and put the case rather strongly.
“Oh, no, I didn’t!” I protested. “I only picked you up. Any one would have done that.”
“Didn’t you jump overboard and rescue my son?”
“Well, yes; but that wasn’t much to do.”