"Hold him a minute," he gasped.
As Jack relieved him he drank in great gulps of air and immediately felt the strength pouring bade info his body.
"Is he dead?" Jack shouted.
"Don't know, but we must keep him up as long as we can."
"You bet."
Holding the form of the captain between them they fought the waves striving to protect him from their fury as much as possible. The wind had swept the overturned boat far beyond their reach and they knew it would be useless to try to reach it.
"I—I'm about all in," Jack gasped after they had fought but a few minutes.
Bob knew that he himself was in about the same condition, but he would not give up as long as an ounce of strength remained.
"Let me have him while you rest a bit," he said trying to keep his teeth from chattering and the weakness from his voice.
"Not—much," he heard Jack murmur.