Yet Farley was at this time engaged in standing by a less-skilled swimmer.
"That looks like a face, fifteen yards west from the cap!" shouted one of the crew.
Dave Darrin made the greatest spring, he could up out of the water.
It gave him a chance for a better view.
"I see the face!" he roared back.

"Look after yourselves.

I'll get in close to Mr.Page." Dave swam as he had never done before, taking swift yet long, powerful strokes.

He reached the spot, only to see what he had taken for a face sink slowly below the surface.
"That must be the second time going down!" throbbed Darrin, with a feeling of horror.
More powerfully than ever he surged forward.

He was too late to catch another glimpse of the white face.