It was Sir Henry's out-stretched hand which pulled him on to the deck.
"My God, that was a swim!" the latter declared, as he pulled his rescuer up, not in the least recognising him.

"Let's have the end of that cord, quick! So!" he went on, paying it out through his fingers until the end of the rope appeared.

"You'd better get your breath, young man, and then over you go.

I'll follow." "I'm damned if I do!" was the vigorous reply.

"You start off while I get my breath." They were suddenly half drowned with a shower of spray.