It was quite a job; but finally it was accomplished, and the man sat up.
"Where am I?" he asked, in a dazed manner.
"Safe on board the Spitfire," I replied.
"And the Dora?"
"The Dora?" asked Dibble.
"Yes; my boat."
"Gone to the bottom of the Sound," said the old sailor. "I saw her founder just as you sprang for the rope."
"You did? Well, let her go. She wasn't worth much. I'm glad I'm safe. Phew! but wasn't it an awful storm?"
"Yes, indeed," said I.
The man wanted to know how we had come to see him, and all particulars, and we told him.