With a yell he plunged his arms into the sea.
"I have her--lend an hand, lads." Another man scrambled forward and together they clutched the object in the water.
"Look out, don't pull so hard, you fool.

Blow me if there ain't another and she's got him by the hair.

So, _steady, steady!_" A long heave from strong arms and the senseless form of Beatrice was on the gunwale.

Then they pulled up Geoffrey beside her, for they could not loose her desperate grip of his dark hair, and together rolled them into the boat.
"They're dead, I doubt," said the second man.
"Help turn 'em on their faces over the seat, so--let the water drain from their innards.

It's the only chance.