But he kept on vigorously, and soon came so close to the other piece of wreckage that Randy could almost reach him.
“Be careful, Jack,” was the warning. “If you get struck in the head it may knock you senseless.”
At last, after several minutes of maneuvering, the young major, with his cousin’s assistance, managed to scramble up on the wreckage.
“Gee, I’m glad that’s over!” he panted. “It looked like an easy stunt when I started; but it proved to be anything but that!”
“Say, don’t you know a shark might have come up after you?” questioned Andy.
“I didn’t think of sharks until I was half way over,” was the reply. “And as none appeared, there is no use of worrying about it. Is the ankle very bad, Andy?”
“It’s so bad that I can’t stand on it. But never mind that, Jack. I’m mighty glad to see you and Fred.”
“Do you know anything about Gif, Spouter and Ralph?” questioned Randy.
“I do not. None of us saw a thing of them after the boat turned over.”