The caution was necessary. Max had lost his head, and was making frantic efforts to raise the body of his friend over the boat's side.
"But he may be alive still! And if there's a chance—oh, if there's the least chance—"
"There'll be none if you don't do as I tell you!" cried Carrie, tartly.
By this time a lad on board the barge was looking over the side at them, not seeing much, however, in the gloom. Carrie whistled twice.
"Hello!" replied he, evidently recognizing a signal he was used to.
"Is that Bob?"
"Yes."
"Lower a rope, and hold on like a man, Bob. We've got a man here drowned or half-drowned; and we want to get him on the wharf in a twinkling."
"Right you are."
The next moment the lad had lowered a rope over the side of the barge, and Carrie directed Max to pass it round the body of his friend. Then, she giving the orders as before, Bob from the barge above and Max from the boat below raised the body out of the water. Carrie had brought the little boat close to the barge, and held it in place with the boat-hook until the difficult task was safely accomplished, and the body of Dudley Horne laid upon the deck of the barge.