"We hope so," Bob told him. "No more talking now," he ordered.
Gentle hands picked him up and carried him to his cabin and placed him in his cot, and Bob sat down beside him.
"How do you feel, old man?" he whispered anxiously.
"Punk," Jack smiled faintly.
"Well, it's no wonder, seeing that you swallowed pretty nearly the whole Atlantic Ocean. But you keep still for awhile and you'll be all right."
"But tell me how you got me. I don't remember."
"It was a mighty close squeak, let me tell you. You see, we were watching for you to come up and I was getting terribly worried when one of the fellows made a wild grab over the side of the boat and nearly tipped it over, but he caught hold of your collar and we pulled you in."
"And—and I had hold of the girl?"
"By the hair of her head, yes. Your fingers were locked so tight that we had hard work to pry them loose."
"And—she?"