With seven expert swimmers now in the water, Miss Lucy Chapin stood an excellent chance of being found.
Hardly had the Navy men dived when Captain Chapin’s male companion swam with long overhand strokes away from the rest.
“I see her!” shouted this swimmer, and dived.
“He has her!” panted Dalzell. “Hooray!”
Instantly six swimmers turned and swam toward the rescuer, who now appeared on the surface supporting a woman’s head on his shoulder.
“Good work! Fine!” cheered Dave.
Captain Chapin was the first to reach his sister’s rescuer.
“Is Lucy dead?” cried Chapin anxiously, when he beheld his sister’s white face.
“Stunned,” replied the rescuer. “I think she must have been struck on the head by the boat as it passed her.”
Silently the other swimmers turned in behind the young woman, her rescuer and brother.