w somewhere," affirmed Lester, "but for the life of me I can't tell where. But that can wait till another time. What we want to do now is to get to work. He can't have swallowed much water in the little time he was under. Get him down on his back with his head low. Tear his shirt open at the throat. Work his arms slowly up and down. Here, Bill, you take one arm and Teddy the other. You'll have to do it without much help from Fred and me, for we'll have all we can do to get this boat to shore. The wind's getting stronger every minute and we simply must reach land before dark."
He resumed the tiller, while Fred again took the sheet, and they swung the boat around to its original course.
"I'd like to save the motor boat if we could," remarked Lester, as they swung around. "It looks as though it had cost a heap of money. But just now it's a question of life rather than money, and we'll have to let it go."
"It does seem a pity," agreed Fred, as he glanced at the boat tossing about helplessly,