Seizing his trumpet he shouted back:
“Ay! ay! my man, I’ll send a boat for you!”
“No! no! I am all right, but your vessel is not. Get up your anchors, and set sail!”
There was no mistaking these cool words, and a voice cried:
“I see him!”
There, out upon the waters, swimming with powerful, rapid strokes toward the yacht could be seen, every moment as he rose on the crest of a wave, our bold young swimmer.
A cheer broke from the crew forward, and was echoed by the guests aft.
But again came from the daring young swimmer:
“You have no time to lose; get sail on your yacht and your anchors up, for this bay is a death-trap!”
The skipper was a man of quick action, and the warning from the swimmer but carried out his own ideas, and he sent his crew flying to their posts, while General Peyton stood by to throw a line to the one who was now but a few yards away.