At this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr.
Wood's boat bearing up towards him.
"Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter.

"I see him!--row for your life!" "That's the way to miss him, master," replied Ben coolly.

"We must keep still.

The tide'll bring him to us fast enough." Ben judged correctly.

Borne along by the current, Darrell was instantly at the boat's side.
"Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman.
"First take the child," cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging to the oar with a dying effort.
"Give it me," returned the carpenter; "all's safe.