“What’s that?” exclaimed Mr Rogers.
But no one answered.
“Some one must be in the river,” cried Dick, excitedly. “Where’s Coffee?”
“Here Coffee,” cried the Zulu boy, who had quite accepted his name.
“Then who is it?” said Jack, looking round in the darkness. “Here’s Chicory.”
“Why, it’s Dinny,” cried Dick. “Ahoy! Dinny!”
“Ahoy! Help now, Masther Dick, sor,” came from some distance off.
“The poor fellow is being swept down the river,” exclaimed Mr Rogers, leaping on the bay to ford or swim down to the drowning man. “Dinny! Shout, man! Where are you?” he cried.
“Sure, I’m here. How’ll I get over at all?” came back.
“What! Are you ashore?” cried Mr Rogers.