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Andy had thrown the boat up in the wind, and had lowered the sail so that she was now riding the waves comparatively motionless, for there came a lull in the gale.

Then, even as Frank spoke, the unfortunate lad again disappeared from sight.

“He’s gone—for good this time I guess,” spoke Andy, and there was a solemn note in his faltering voice.

“No! There he is again!” fairly yelled Frank. “I’m going overboard for him.”

“You can’t swim in this sea!” objected his brother. “There’ll be two drowned instead of one.”

“I can do it!” firmly declared the older lad. He began to take off his shoes, and divest himself of his heavier garments.

“You’re crazy!” cried Andy. “You can’t do it!”

“Just you watch,” spoke Frank calmly. “I can’t stand by and see a lad drown like that. Have we a spare line aboard?”

“Yes, plenty. It’s up forward in the port locker under the deck.”

“Good. Now I’m going to tie a line around my waist, and go overboard. I’ll swim to that chap and get a good hold on him. Then it will be up to you to pull us both in, if I can’t swim with him, and I’m afraid I can’t do much in this sea. Can you haul us in, and manage the boat?”