Above him a grey gull swept in a wide circle, uttering harsh, discordant cries.

Then, his panic gone, "Brownie" turned over again and struggled on with renewed strength and courage.

And suddenly, the long swells were behind him and there, but a few yards away, was Phil, Phil very white of face but as calm as ever.
He was swimming slowly on his side, one arm cleaving the water and the other supporting the nearly inert body of Joe.

"Here comes 'Brownie,'" the rescuer heard him say cheerfully.

"All right now, Joe.