"We might try, although the wind is pretty strong."
Both of us cried at the same time, and then the mate joined in.
"Boat ahoy!"
For a moment there was no reply, and we repeated the cry.
And then came the faint answer:
"Help! Where are you? Help!"
It was a man's voice, and by its sound we could tell that he was well-nigh exhausted.
"What can we do for him?" I asked anxiously.
"We'll be on him in a moment," said Dibble. "Let's throw him a rope or two."
In an instant he had a stout rope ready. Seeing what he intended to do I also procured a rope.