“All right—Jim—but—he's under the water—here.”
“Oh, never mind him. We'll get him all right. Can you hold on now?” said Knight.
“Yes—I think so.”
“Now, for God's sake, Tom, edge her into the shore. See that little eddy there? Swing into that! You'll do it all right. Good man!”
By this time Knight was able to get Harry's head above water.
In a few minutes they had reached the shore, and were working hard over Harry's unconscious body, leaving Barry lying on the sand to recover his strength. A long fight was necessary to bring the life back into Harry, by which time Barry was sufficiently recovered to sit up.
“Stay where you are, Barry, until we get this man back to camp,” ordered Knight. “We'll light a bit of a fire for you.”
“I'm warm enough,” said Barry.
“Warm enough? You may be, but you will be better with a fire, and you lie beside it till we get you. Don't move now.”
“There's the other canoes coming,” said Fielding. “They'll make shore a little lower down. They're all right. Say, she's handling that canoe like a man!”