"Your nephew hit him first," replied Mr. Weatherby.
"Yes, and now he's trying to drown him!"
"Not a bit of it. Sam had no business to be standing where he was. Let Nat alone and he'll get him out. He rescued me from a worse place than that."
The three men rushed to the rail, and peered down. Neither boy was in sight.
"Sam's drowned! Oh, Sam's drowned!" cried the mate, helplessly.
"Nonsense!" replied the pilot. "He hasn't been in half a minute. There! Nat's got him!"
Nat had reappeared on the surface, with one arm about his enemy.
"Throw me a rope!" he cried. "He's unconscious! Must have hit his head!"
"Can you hold him?" asked the pilot.
"Yes. I've got hold of the dock."