But he had noted the point at which it had sunk.
Taking a breath, Darrin took a dive downward, duck fashion.

Holding his breath, he went below, his eyes wide open, seeking as best he could.
Down where the light of day reached him poorly Darrin caught sight of something floating slowly past.

It might have been a fish, for all the sense of shape that reached Dave.
With an inward prayer the young crew captain surged downward and forward.

He grappled with--something--then fought his way the surface, holding that something tightly.
As they shot above the water Darrin's blood danced for joy.
It was Page--"good old Page!"-- whom he had brought to the top.
"Got him safe ?" bellowed Farley, over the water.
Dave was too winded to answer.

He thrust one hand above his head, waving it joyfully.