He floated, propelling himself feebly with his hands, completely exhausted.
Just at that moment nearly every eye was fixed on Farley and his motionless burden, and many pairs of hands stretched out to receive them.
Yet the gaze of one alert pair of eyes was fixed on Darrin, out there beyond.
"Now, you'd better look after Dave," broke in the quiet, clear voice of Belle Meade.

"I think he needs help." Wolgast went over the side in an instant, grappling with Midshipman Darrin and towing him to the side of the boat.
"All in!" cried Midshipman Gray jubilantly.
"Except Dan.

Where's he ?" muttered Dave weakly, as he sat on one of the side seats.
"I'll signal him," muttered Wolgast, and hastened forward to the anchor cable.

This he seized and shook clumsily several times.
The vibrated motion must have been imparted downward, for soon Dan Dalzell's head came above water.
"Everyone all right ?" called Dan, as soon as he had gulped in a mouthful of air.
"O.K." nodded Wolgast.

"Come alongside and let me haul you in." "You let me alone," muttered Dalzell, coming alongside and grasping the rail.