the scene of the disaster, but poor Carrie had sunk beneath the angry
waves. She had evidently been injured by the blow of the boom, and was
unable to make any exertion.

"Now mind your eye, John!" shouted Paul as he dashed off his coat and
shoes. "When I dive, throw her up into the wind."

"Look out, Paul; don't do that," remonstrated his brother. "You will be
drowned yourself. Fish her up with the boathook. Mother will----"

The intrepid youth, disregarding the terror of his brother, dived over
the bow of the boat the moment he saw the form of the poor girl, which
was revealed to him by the white dress she wore. John obeyed the
instructions he had received, but before Paul reappeared, with the
drowning child in his arms, the boat had drifted some distance from the
spot.

"Haul aft your sheet!" gasped Paul, when he had regained breath enough
to speak.

John obeyed, but his terror had almost paralyzed his arm, and his action
was not so prompt as it might have been; but the boat slowly gathered
headway, and moved towards the struggling youth. Paul battled manfully
with the big waves, which repeatedly swept him under, and determined to
die rather than drop his helpless burden.

As the boat came down upon him, Paul supported Carrie with one arm, and
grasped the gunwale with the other.

"Luff up!" said he. "Now, catch hold of her, and help haul her in," he
added, as the boat came up into the wind.

John did his best, but he was not strong enough to draw the lifeless
form into the boat. Bidding him hold on for his life, Paul leaped into
the boat, and drew her in.

"Keep her away for the yacht," cried Paul, as he placed the form of the
poor girl--for he was not certain that it was still animated by the
vital spark--in the bottom of the boat.

Turning her face down, in order to let the water run out of her mouth,
he used all the efforts his knowledge and his means would permit to
promote her restoration. In a few moments the boat came alongside the
Flyaway, though John, in the excitement of the moment, stove her gunwale
in, and had nearly added another calamity to the chapter of accidents.

Captain Littleton jumped into the boat as she struck the side, and
seizing the beloved child in his arms, leaped back upon deck, and then
rushed into the cabin.

"Hand up your painter, Paul, and come on board, both of you," said
Captain Gordon, the skipper of the Flyaway.

"Ay, ay, sir," replied Paul, too much interested in