She was waked by a bump and the wash of the waves over the boat.
"We've struck somewhere, Tommy," she shrieked.
"Oh, oh," howled Tommy, "we'll drown, Judy!"
"We won't," she said, tensely. "Hush, Tommy. Hush—do you hear?
Can you swim?"
"No," and he clutched hold of her as another wave broke over the boat.
"There's a life-belt here somewhere," and Andy threw things out in frantic haste. "Here. Take hold of it, Tommy."
"But—what are you going to do?"
"I can swim. Don't mind about me, and if you keep quiet I will tow you in if we are near land."
She said it quietly, but in her heart she wondered where she would tow him.
"Don't take hold of me," she insisted, peremptorily, as she felt Tommy grab her arm, "or we shall both go under—oh—"