Scott would be head of the class.

My mother, and little Helen--but I can't tell what my thoughts were then.

They were dreadful.

But just as I was thinking of Helen and mother, I saw through the water some white things, not far from me.

I knew by their looks that they were a boy's legs.
I staggered toward them, and in a moment my hands went out of water, just at the side of the scow.