"And it did," I replied. "If it hadn't been for that I might have been at the bottom by this time."
"The old man didn't want to turn back at first when he heard you were overboard," went on the old sailor. "He said it was bad luck."
"You don't mean to say he would have let me go to the bottom!" I cried.
"That's it; and me and Goller and Sampson wouldn't have it, and told him so, and then he turned back."
"I shall never forget what you have done for me," said I. And I never have to this day.
With dry clothes on I went on deck with the old sailor. Lowell did not come near me, and I saw nothing of him until the next day.
CHAPTER XI.
CAPTAIN HANNOCK'S PLOT.
The sky was overcast, and Dibble said that a storm was brewing.