"Who was it?" cried Dick.
"Your friend, Motor Matt," answered Sixty, who was close to Dick and Carl.
Miss Harris, white as death and half fainting, was leaning against the deck-house. Sixty had his eyes on her, and their baleful influence held her silent.
"He was watching something astern," explained Sixty, "and went over the rail. I tried to get to him, but he slipped away from me."
"Matt!" whooped Carl, in a spasm of fear and apprehension. "It was our bard dot tumpled oferpoard!"
Dick rushed for the boat which the sailors, under an officer's direction, were getting ready to lower.
"We're going along!" shouted Dick wildly.
"Keep away!" ordered the officer.
"I'm a sailor," answered Dick, "and I can help! Motor Matt's my mate, and I'm going to help save him!"
Without waiting for permission, both Dick and Carl sprang into the boat. There was no time to lose making the boys get back on the deck, or arguing the question, and the officer yielded his place to Dick.