Even had he wanted to, the chivalrous youngster could not now have struck the blow that, depriving the young woman of her senses, would give him a chance to control her. His arms were pinned tightly.
Yet were they held so securely that he could not free one?
Jack Benson knew that he must, indeed, think fast, now, if he was to save their lives.
He tried one of the tricks of wrestlers for freeing his right arm.
A shudder passed through the frame of the girl; she clung more convulsively still.
Then Jack tried another little dodge. This time he nearly freed his left arm. Summoning all his strength, he gave another tug.
His left arm was free!
Working mightily with it, now, Jack Benson fought his way to the surface.
There was no need to give much heed to his unknown companion. She was holding to him in a way that insured her rising to the surface with him.
"Ugh! Whew!" What a mighty breath it was that the young submarine captain took into his lungs as his head shot into air.