Hardly had he spoken when the stern of the ship rose in the air and a moment later the ill-fated ship slid beneath the waves.
"Good-bye, Majestic," Jack groaned.
Now that the danger from the suction, caused by the big ship, was over, Bob rested on his oars and looked about him. The sea was rough and the lifeboat danced up and down, but he knew there was no danger unless the wind increased in strength. Far away he could see several points of light which he knew marked the location of the other lifeboats, but the boats themselves he could not see as heavy clouds had obscured the moon.
"Guess we'd better pull toward them," he said as he again bent to the oars.
"Let me take them," Jack suggested.
"You see if you can bring the captain around first. I'm not tired yet."
The form of the captain lay on the bottom of the boat at Jack's feet and the boy slid from his seat and took his head in his lap.
"He's still breathing," he announced.
"Good. Get some water on his head."
Under his ministrations the man soon sighed and, a moment later opened his eyes.