As they drew near, Sam Redding began shouting: "Help, help! We're sinking, we're sinking!" Jack Curtiss and Bill Bender, drenched to the skin with spray and white with fright, said nothing, but a look of great relief came over their faces as the chums' boat ranged alongside.
"I don't want to risk ramming my boat by coming right alongside," shouted Rob.

"You'll have to jump for it.

Don't be scared.

We'll pull you aboard." The three youths on the water-logged hydroplane looked somewhat alarmed at the prospect, but Rob knew that Jack and Bill could swim.

He was not sure of Sam, but assumed, from the fact that he had lived by the sea all his life, that he was equally at home in the water.
The hesitation of Jack Curtiss and his chum was over in a minute, as the hydroplane gave a plunge that seemed as if it would be her last.
Lightly dressed as they were, in canvas trousers, sleeveless jerseys and yachting shoes, it was no trick at all for them to swim the few feet to the Flying Fish.