It had turned crosswise, and struck the rocks.

A cap rose to the surface, such a one as boys wear,--the same that boy had on.

And then--after how many seconds by the watch cannot be known, but after a time long enough, as the young man remembered it, to live his whole life over in memory--Clement Lindsay felt the blessed air against his face, and, taking a great breath, came to his full consciousness.

The arms of the boy were still locked around him as in the embrace of death.

A few strokes brought him to the shore, dragging his senseless burden with him.
He unclasped the arms that held him so closely encircled, and laid the slender form of the youth he had almost died to save gently upon the grass.