Hunt had reached the drowning man just as he sank out of sight, had seized hold of him, and was supporting him with his left arm, while Holt, incapable of movement, swayed helplessly about like a weed.

With the other arm Hunt was swimming bravely and making way towards the schooner.
A minute, which seemed endless, passed.

The two men, the one dragging the other, were hardly to be distinguished in the midst of the surging waves.
At last Hunt reached the schooner, and caught one of the lines hanging over the side.
In a minute Hunt and Martin Holt were hoisted on board; the latter was laid down at the foot of the foremast, and the former was quite ready to go to his work.

Holt was speedily restored by the aid of vigorous rubbing; his senses came back, and he opened his eyes.
"Martin Holt," said Captain Len Guy, who was leaning over him, "you have been brought back from very far--" "Yes, yes, captain," answered Holt, as he looked about him with a searching gaze, "but who saved me ?" "Hunt," cried the boatswain, "Hunt risked his life for you." As the latter was hanging back, Hurliguerly pushed him towards Martin Holt, whose eyes expressed the liveliest gratitude.
"Hunt," said he, "you have saved me.

But for you I should have been lost.