"It's all right, old boy," cried Bob, tears running down his cheeks with the relief that gripped him. "You're safe—take it easy!"
Up above them, Ah Sing burst into a frenzied chattering, then rushed away, but neither boy noticed him. Mart lay motionless, looking up into Bob's eyes and slowly feeling strength come back to him as the reviving air found its way into his lungs.
"I got him, Holly," he gasped weakly. "Did you see him?"
"Sure!" returned Bob. "Keep quiet, now. Don't try to talk. You're not hurt, are you? Nothing more than the air?"
Mart shook his head. After a moment he managed to sit up with Bob's assistance, and saw the motionless form of Jerry. Before he could speak, Bob restrained him.
"I haven't had time to look at him yet, Mart. I—I guess I feel kind o' weak myself—"
"Seamew ahoy!" came a hail. "Where are you, Bob?"
"By juniper!" gasped Bob, jumping up. "It's dad!"