“I can’t,” gasped the latter.
“You must! Unless you do I can’t hold out a minute longer.”
Somehow or other Serge managed to obey and get rid of his heavy water-filled sea-boots, though how he did it he never could tell. Fortunately they were several sizes too large for him, a fact over which he had previously lamented.
The relief from their weight was instant, and Phil felt that he was now good for several minutes longer.
“Can you see the schooner?” he asked.
“No,” answered Serge, who was looking in the wrong direction.
“Look again, and look all around.”
“Yes, yes!” screamed the other. “Here she is, right on top of us! Look out! or we shall be run down.”