He had a smooth face, brown hair, sunburned skin, and was evidently about forty years of age.
“Lord, ain’t I glad!” he cried, delightedly.
“How did you get into the water?” asked Frank.
“A man flung me overboard from my ship.”
“An attempted murder, eh?”
“That’s just about the size of it, sir. But say, what is this?”
Frank explained about the Pegasus.
Then he said, questioningly:
“What vessel are you from?”
“That steamer ahead, there—the Rover.”