"His foot was wedged under a cleat in the canoe." "Carry Dan aft," ordered Dick, while he was still clambering over the rail.

"Lay him face down." Then, drenched as he was, Dick hastened aft, where he directed others how to pat Dan on the back and to work his arms.
"We've got to get that water off his lungs," Dick explained.
"Don't stop working for a moment.

I wish we had a barrel to roll him on!" "We will have soon," replied the launch's helmsman, rushing back to his post and ringing the bell.

Thus recalled to his post, the engineer turned on the speed.
The craft made swiftly for Hiram Driggs' float.

A few moments later it ran alongside.
Warned by the whistle, Driggs and two of his workmen came running out to the float.
"Get a barrel as quickly as you can!" shouted young Prescott.
By the time Dalzell had been hustled ashore the barrel was in readiness.