"Got back all right, old man?"
"Yes; we owe that to you."
"I'm glad," said Dick. "You might help me out; I'm not sure I could get through the hatch."
Andrew noted that his voice was faint and strained, and he felt disturbed when he saw how helpless the boy was when with some trouble they lifted him through the narrow scuttle and put him down on the floorings.
"Don't talk any more," Andrew said; and turned to the fisherman. "Scull her off to the yacht as fast as possible!"
They were alongside in a few minutes and soon had Dick on a locker in the cabin.
"Give me some whisky," he gasped. "I think I'm pretty bad."
"We'll soon run up the Firth and put you in a doctor's hands," Andrew replied, as he held a glass to his lips.
Dick drained it, and then was silent for a minute or two.
"Andrew," he said finally, "there's something to talk about. You see, I'm not sure I'll get over this."