A gasp of amazement went up from every one.
Monty Brewster, drenched but smiling, sat in one of the boats, and leaning limply against him, his head on his chest, was the sailor who had fallen overboard.

Brewster had seen the man in the water and, instead of wondering what his antecedents were, leaped to his assistance.

When the boat reached him his unconscious burden was a dead weight and his own strength was almost gone.

Another minute or two and both would have gone to the bottom.
As they hauled Monty over the side he shivered for an instant, grasped the first little hand that sought his so frantically, and then turned to look upon the half-dead sailor.
"Find out the boy's name, Mr.Abertz, and see that he has the best of care.

Just before he fainted out there he murmured something about his mother.