"Hang on now, an' we'll get yer." It was such a rush, such a breathless, desperate struggle, I can scarcely recall the details.

All I really remember is that I gripped the rope, and clung; was dragged under again and again; was flung against the steamer's side, seemingly losing all consciousness, yet dimly realizing that outstretched hands grasped me, and lifted me up by main strength to the narrow footway, dropping me there in the pool of water oozing from my clothes.

Someone spoke, lifting my head on his arm, in answer to a hail from above.
"Yes, he's all right, sir; just a bit groggy.

What'll we do with him ?" "Bring him along up to Haines' cabin, and get him the old suit in my room.

You might warm him up with a drink first.