Hayes was dispatched to find a policeman. He hadn't far to go, and the guardian of the Law came on board, a crowd of curious sightseers lining the quay-side.
The policeman produced his notebook.
"Name, please, sir," he began, "and the name of the yacht."
"Don't you think you'd better get an ambulance, or a doctor?" suggested Mr. Graham, when he had given the information that had little to do with the case.
"What's the name an' address of this person?" continued the unruffled constable.
"That I can't tell you," replied the Scoutmaster.
"Why not?"
"Because I don't know it myself. Get the boy taken ashore and given medical assistance. Then, and only then, I'll give you all the information I know. It will be interesting, constable, very."
The policeman went away, returning in ten minutes with a couple of ambulance men. The patient was taken ashore and carried off "to an unknown destination", as far as the crew of the Spindrift were concerned. Mr. Graham yawned. The rest of the crew yawned too.
"Dog tired, the lot of us," remarked the Scoutmaster. "Fortunately we're in a snug berth, although rather open to the public eye. Now, lads, supper and early to bed. We'll sleep the clock round!"