"Canty was one of our Gridley High School boys, so I'd expect him to have both the nerve and the grace to go down with a girl, if he couldn't save her as well as himself," muttered Darrin.
"There's Canty, just come up!"
"Can you make out Ella's head?"
"No."
"Look hard."
"I don't see her, and—there!"
"What's up?"
"Nothing," returned Dalzell soberly. "Canty's down—just gone down again."
"I hope he's gone down trying to find and rescue Ella," murmured Dave.
They were now so close that the young midshipmen would have been able to hear the shouts of the imperiled ones had it not been that the wind blew the sounds of voices away from the would-be rescuers.