Mr. Latimer was evidently of the same opinion. Without any further remark, he stepped forward to the edge of the cliff, and jumping well out into the air, came down with a beautiful splash about a dozen yards from the boat.
He rose to the surface at once, and I was alongside of him a moment later.
"It's all right," I said, as he clutched hold of the stern.
"Morrison's in the Betty; I'm lending him a hand."
I caught his arm to help him in, and as I did so he gave a little sharp exclamation of pain.
"Hullo!" I said, shifting my grip. "What's the matter?"
With an effort he hoisted himself up into the boat.
"Nothing much, thanks," he answered in that curious composed voice of his. "I think one of our friends made a luckier shot than he deserved to. It's only my left arm, though."
I seized the sculls, and began to pull off quickly for the Betty.
"We'll look at it in a second," I said. "Are they after you?"
He laughed. "Yes, some little way after. I took the precaution of starting in the other direction and then doubling back. It worked excellently."