find my brother," she said.

"You must come with me!" I ordered. "Go with Mr. Kinney to the
lower deck. I will bring that rowboat under the stern. You will
jump into it.

"I cannot leave my brother!" said Lady Moya.

Upon the word, as though shot from a cannon, the human whirlpool
that was sweeping the deck amidships cast out Stumps and hurled him
toward us. His sister gave a little cry of relief. Stumps
recovered his balance and shook himself like a dog that has been in
the water.

"Thought I'd never get out of it alive!" he remarked complacently.
In the darkness I could not see his face, but I was sure he was
still vaguely smiling. "Worse than a foot-ball night!" he
exclaimed; "worse than Mafeking night!"

His sister pointed to the yawl.

"This gentleman is going to bring that boat here and take us away
in it," she told him. "We had better go when we can!"

"Right ho!" assented Stumps cheerfully. "How about Phil? He's
just behind me."

As he spoke, only a few yards from us a peevish voice pierced the
tumult.