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A second look at the face of the man and Tanner cried:

"Wheelan and Markle, overside with the starboard dory. Here's

Code Schofield adrift! Lively now!"

There was a rush aft, but Tanner met the crew and drove them to

the nested boats amidships.

"Over, I say!" he roared.

The men obeyed him, and Wheelan and Markle were soon pulling

madly to the blue dory astern.

When they reached it one man clambered to the bow and cut the

drag rope that Code, in his extremity, had thrown over nearly two

days before. Then, fastening the short painter to a thwart in

their own craft, they hauled the blue dory and its contents

alongside the Rosan.

Code Schofield lay with his eyes closed, pale as wax, and

seemingly dead. In his right hand he still gripped convulsively

the bailing-can he had used until consciousness left him.

Man, boat, and all, the dory was hauled up and let gently down on

the deck. Then the eager hands lifted Schofield from the water

and laid him on the oiled boards.