"Clear away the third cutter!" added Kendall.
The orders were rapidly given for backing the main-topsail, while the courses were clewed up; but the ship went on a considerable distance before her headway could be arrested.
When Pelham went down into the water, he had been injured by the fall; and though he struck out to save himself, it was not with his usual skill and vigor; for, like his companion in the water, he was a good swimmer. Shuffles had struck the waves in proper attitude, and was in condition to exert all his powers when he came to the surface. He swam towards Pelham, intent upon rendering him the assistance he might require.
"Do you mean to drown me?" gasped Pelham, who supposed his rival had followed him overboard for the purpose of completing his work.
"I mean to save you, Pelham," replied Shuffles. "Can you swim?"
"I'm hurt."
"Give me your hand, and I will support you."
Shuffles took the offered hand of Pelham, who was able to swim a little, and supported him till they could reach the life-buoy, which had been dropped from the stern of the ship when the alarming cry was given.
"Where are you hurt?" asked Shuffles, as soon as they had grasped the buoy.
"My stomach struck the water," replied Pelham, faintly.