I looked at the grand and glorious fellow, but saw no one to be saved.

The greenhorn had gone down.

Shooting himself perpendicularly from the water, Queequeg, now took an instant's glance around him, and seeming to see just how matters were, dived down and disappeared.

A few minutes more, and he rose again, one arm still striking out, and with the other dragging a lifeless form.
The boat soon picked them up.

The poor bumpkin was restored.