The Lotus and the Bottle
47
“Saints of the skies!” said Simon, sleepily, “nothing has happened to Mr. Geddie?”
“He’s under that tarpauling,” said the mate, pointing to the boat, “and he’s rather more than half drownded. We seen him from the steamer nearly a mile out from shore, swimmin’ like mad after a bottle that was floatin’ in the water, outward bound. We lowered the gig and started for him. He nearly had his hand on the bottle, when he gave out and went under. We pulled him out in time to save him, maybe; but the doctor is the one to decide that.”
“A bottle?” said the old man, rubbing his eyes. He was not yet fully awake. “Where is the bottle?”
“Driftin’ along out there some’eres,” said the mate, jerking his thumb toward the sea. “Get on with you, Simon.”
