“Now, all together,” he said. “Jump!”
The boat was an indistinct blur, some two hundred yards out, and as they shouted they strained their eyes for sight of the fisherman’s boy. But they couldn’t see surely, and after an instant they pulled vigorously on the rope. It came fast.
“He must be swimming,” said Tom.
“Swimming!” answered Nelson in angry disgust. “The fool has untied the line!”
[CHAPTER XX]
FOLLOWS WITH A RESCUE, AND INTRODUCES FRIENDS IN NEED
“If he has,” said Bob quietly, “he’ll probably drown out there before night.”
They pulled the empty line in silently. Barry, wet and woe-begone, huddled himself against the storm, and watched out of reach of the waves.
“I wonder if there’s a boat around here,” said Nelson.