Both of us cried at the same time, and then the mate joined in.
"Boat ahoy!"
For a moment there was no reply, and we repeated the cry.
And then came the faint answer:
"Help! Where are you? Help!"
"It was a man's voice, and by its sound we could tell that he was well-nigh exhausted.
"What can we do for him?" I asked anxiously.
"We'll be on him in a moment," said Dibble. "Let's throw him a rope or two."
In an instant he had a stout rope ready. Seeing what he intended to do I also procured a rope.
During this time the mate went to the man at the wheel, and told him to steer a little to the starboard. This brought the schooner somewhat around, and gave us a chance to take in the man, should he be fortunate enough to grasp one or the other of the ropes.
"I'm afraid we'll lose him in the darkness," said Dibble.
"Let us do all we can," I said, thinking how I would feel if placed in a position similar to that occupied by the man on the wreck.
"Help! Help!" repeated the unfortunate, in lower tones.
