As Bob reached the right hand rail he noticed with a shudder of alarm that the water was nearly on a level with the deck. "She can't stay afloat much longer," he thought as he pushed open the door of the first room.
He had covered about half the rooms in the row when he heard a faint cry from the other side of the ship.
"Bob—Bob. This way, quick!"
Like a flash he sped down the corridor and, as he reached the other side of the ship, he saw Jack standing about half way down the passageway.
"Found him?" he yelled.
"Yes, he in this room, but I'm afraid he's dead."
By this time Bob was at the door of the stateroom and, a moment later, was bending over the body of the captain who was stretched on the floor face up.
"He isn't dead," he announced after he had laid his head on his chest.
"Then we've got to get him up. You take his head and I'll take his feet. Quick now."
Fortunately the captain was not a large man and could not have weighed over one hundred and forty pounds so they had little trouble in carrying him.