Then came a sickening splash as Nanny’s body, bounding from the rigging, struck the water and disappeared beneath the surface.
Several cadets, among them Trolley, Joy and Toggles, sprang to the top of the hammock netting, but before they could leap overboard after the little plebe a figure was seen to cleave the air from above.
Amid the echoes of the second splash a shout went up in a regular torrent of voices:
“It’s Faraday!”
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“Gently, men, lift him up gently. That’s it. Now, help in the other. What a dive that was!”
“Clean as a whistle. Best I ever saw. And think of the distance. Say, Masters, he’s a hero from Heroville.”
The lieutenant in charge of the cutter smiled and nodded his head.