It took quite some time to reach the vicinity where the accident had occurred, and even then but little was to be seen through the driving rain.
“Hullo, Harry! Blumpo!” he called out.
No answer came back and he repeated the cry a dozen times. Then he fancied he heard a response directly ahead. The sloop was moved cautiously in the direction, and presently they saw Blumpo clinging to part of the shattered row-boat. “Sabe me! sabe me!” yelled the youth. “Don’t let me drown, Jerry.”
“Catch the rope, Blumpo!” cried Jerry in return, and threw forward the end of a coil.
Blumpo clutched the rope eagerly, and then it was comparatively easy to haul him on board.
“Praise de Lawd!” he muttered fervently as he came on deck. “I t’ought I was a goner, suah!”
“Where is Harry?”
“I can’t tell you, Jerry.”
“You haven’t seen him since we jumped from the row-boat?”
“No.”