He was followed almost instantly by Dick, his arms wrapped around the motionless form of Dan Dalzell.
"Get close and we'll haul you in!" called Tom Reade, a boat-hook in his hand.
"Is Dan drowned!" demanded a dozen voices.
"Don't ask questions now!" cried Tom Reade impatiently, without looking about him.

"Keep quiet! It's a time for work." Abashed, the questioners became silent.

Tom caught the boat-hook through the collar of Dan's flannel shirt.

With the aid of the launch's helmsman Reade drew Dan in and got him aboard.

Young Dalzell's eyes were closed, nor did he speak.
Then Dick and Dave were pulled aboard the launch.
"Dan didn't seem to be able to free himself," Darrin explained breathlessly.