He was caught just in the comb of the wave, and it upset him, making
him turn a complete somerset, as his companion had done; but he was master
of himself, and when he came up, he appeared to dive through the crest of
another billow, and came out close alongside Scott's boat, near the bow. A
ready seaman seized him by the arm, and, with the aid of another, hauled
him into the boat, where he was passed into the stern-sheets.
"Was Sir Modava saved?" he asked, with no little excitement in his manner,
as he spit the salt water from his mouth.
"Don't know him, sir; but they just hauled a man into the first cutter,"
replied Scott.
"Which is the first cutter?" asked Lord Tremlyn, looking about him.
"The one just ahead of us, sir."
"Thank God, he is saved!" ejaculated his soaked lordship. "Kindly pull up
to her, and let me be sure of it."
"That is easier said than done, sir. The first cutter has just picked up
another man, and now she is pulling for all she is worth for the next one.
I couldn't overhaul her if I tried, and just now our business is to save
those in the water," answered the third officer.
"You are right, Mr. Officer," added Lord Tremlyn, as he seated himself in
the place pointed out to him.
There were still eight others in the water, and all of them were to the
north of the boats. Those from the Blanche had noticed this fact, and were
pulling in that direction.
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