Susie Danes lay as still as death in the bottom of the boat.
As Dalzell got back where he had first reached Foss and Susie, he espied the head of Ab Canty some distance away.
"Ab!" called Dan.
"Here!" "What has become of Ella ?" "Oh, I wish I knew!" "Was she afloat at all!" demanded Dan, swimming nearer.
"Yes; I kept her up for a couple of minutes, maybe.

Then she got more scared, wound her arms tight around me, and we both sank.

We had a struggle under water.

I freed myself, but when I came to the top I found that my hand was clutching nothing but her empty jersey.

There it is now," chattered Ab, his teeth, knocking against each other, as he pointed to the garment in question on the top of a distant wave.