Gee, he'd ought to do something! Alcohol! That was it! He ought to bathe the places in alcohol! He jumped out of the dingey, pushed it down the beach into the water and sprawled across the bow.

Then he shoved further off with an oar and sudsided onto a seat.
"Back in ten minutes for you, Han!" he shouted.

"You wait here! I'll bring some alcohol!" When a dozen choppy strokes had taken him out of sight of the shore his panic subsided a little and two thoughts came to him.

The first was that he was treating Han rather scurvilly and the second was that he hadn't more than the haziest notion where the _Adventurer_ lay! But, having embarked, he kept on.

Probably ten or fifteen minutes wouldn't make much difference in Han's case, while, as for finding the cruiser, he would shout after he had rowed a little further and doubtless someone aboard would hear him.
So he went on into the mist, occasionally stopping to scratch a wrist or wiggle about on the seat in the endeavour to abate the prickling sensation in back or shoulders.