Cloete was moved to ask Captain Harry to let him stay till last, but the life-boat drops on a grapnel abreast the fore-rigging, two chaps lay hold of him, watch their chance, and drop him into her, all safe.
"He's nearly exhausted; not used to that sort of thing, you see.

He sits in the stern-sheets with his eyes shut.

Don't want to look at the white water boiling all around.

The men drop into the boat one after another.
Then he hears Captain Harry's voice shouting in the wind to the coxswain, to hold on a moment, and some other words he can't catch, and the coxswain yelling back: Don't be long, sir.

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