Andy began shoving off the craft.
"You come with me, Jack," he said. "That's about all it will hold," he added to Ward, who nodded comprehendingly.
With strong strokes the two lads pulled toward where Frank was swimming with his burden. Shouts from those on the shell told him someone was coming to the rescue and Frank turned to where they pointed back of him, and swam to meet his brother.
"He's pretty far gone, but I guess we can bring him around," panted the elder Racer lad, as he helped Andy and Jack get the rescued one into the boat. "Get ashore as fast as you can," he added as he himself clambered in.
It was fortunate that Frank and Andy knew the rules for reviving partially drowned persons. They worked vigorously over the unconscious lad when they reached the platform about the boathouse, and soon had most of the water out of his lungs. Then they tried artificial respiration.
"This is like the time when we rescued Paul," said Andy, referring to their summer spent at Harbor View.
"Don't talk—work," advised Frank. And they did work to such advantage that in a little while the rescued one opened his eyes.
"He's all right now," said Frank, with a sigh of relief. "But it was a close call. He had a bad cramp."
"Where are the others?" asked the lad faintly.
"They're all right," answered Jack. "They've got the shell ashore now and righted. They'll be here for you soon."