Chet looked up, interested.
"What's that?" he asked.
But before Joe could explain further, Frank gave a shout of excitement.
"I see him! Look!"
He pointed toward the black rocks at the base of the cliff. There, in the midst of the tossing waves, they had a momentary glimpse of a limp figure, an upturned face among the dark waters. There was no doubt that this was Captain Royal, but whether he was alive or dead they could not tell.
A gigantic wave picked up the body and hurled it toward the dark rocks again. Somehow, the limp form was thrown clear, otherwise it would have been battered to pieces, and it tumbled into a quiet pool beyond the jagged pinnacles. There the body lay, face upward, arms flung helplessly out.
"We've got to get him out of that," declared Frank, taking off his coat.
"How can we?"
"You'll be smashed to pieces against the rocks!" exclaimed Biff.
"I'm going to risk it anyway."