The _Arangi_ was beginning to work back approximately over the course she had just traversed.

And this meant that she was going back toward Jerry floundering in the sea.

Thus, the balance, on which his life titubated, was inclined in his favour by the blunder of a black steersman.
Keeping the _Arangi_ on the new tack, Van Horn set Borckman clearing the mess of ropes on deck, himself, squatting in the rain, undertaking to long-splice the tackle he had cut.

As the rain thinned, so that the crackle of it on deck became less noisy, he was attracted by a sound from out over the water.

He suspended the work of his hands to listen, and, when he recognized Jerry's wailing, sprang to his feet, galvanized into action.
"The pup's overboard!" he shouted to Borckman.