By the time he had done that Tom Foss reached up both hands, seizing the boat's stern.
"Going to help me in ?" he called.
"I don't know," Dave answered dubiously.
"If we can find Ella Wright there may not be room.

With such a sea running, this boat won't hold many." "No matter about me, then," muttered Tom.

"If Ella isn't found right away I don't believe I care about going back to Gridley." Dave's response was swiftly to knot a noose and let it down over Tom's shoulders.

The other end of the line he made fast astern.

Dalzell, in the meantime, had swum back again.