"Help!--help!" I shouted.

"Here he is!" Mr Brooke ran to me.
"What do you mean, my lad ?" "He's down here," I cried, "clinging to the chains." "Nonsense! the boats would have seen him." "But he is," I cried.

"He has just called me.

Below there! Ching!" "Yes; help! Velly cold," came up in a piteous wail.
"Hold hard there!" shouted Mr Brooke.

"Port boat back here under the counter." The falls were unhooked, and the boat drawn back by the coxswain till she passed round close to the rudder.
"Any one there ?" cried Mr Brooke.
"Ay, ay, sir!" and a cheer broke out from the men hurrying aft.
"Help! help!" came in a sharp wail.