A LEAP FOR A LIFE
Had the lone navigator of the craft perished when she gave the last
swift and decisive plunge to the bottom? A groan that went up from the
decks of the _Tropic Queen_, which had steamed quite close, seemed to
indicate that the enthralled onlookers thought so.
But suddenly Jack gave a shout:
“There he is! Over there! Pull for your lives, men!”
The brawny arms of the oarsmen needed no encouragement. Every man bent
to his work till the stout ash sweeps curved and their backs cracked.
The boat flew across the water to a tiny, bobbing, black dot, the head
of the castaway aviator. As they drew closer, they could see his face
turned toward them imploringly. He was a young man, black-haired and
apparently good-looking, although they did not pay much attention to his
appearance just then.
As they drew alongside, his strength suddenly seemed to give out after
the brave struggle he had made, and he disappeared under the water. Even
as he did so, a figure leaped from the boat in a long, clean dive. When
Jack, for it was the young wireless man who had made the daring leap,
reappeared, he held in his arms the body of the half-drowned man.
[Illustration: He held in his arms the body of the half-drowned man.]
A dozen eager hands drew them aboard the boat, while from both the big
steamers, for the _City of Mexico_ had now come up, there arose a mighty
roar of recognition for the plucky rescue. From the _Mexico’s_ signal
halliards a message of congratulation was fluttering as the _Tropic
Queen’s_ boat started back for her ship. In the wireless coop, Sam and
the _City of Mexico’s_ operator were busy exchanging comments by radio.
The aviator soon recovered and was able to talk to Jack as the boat crew
pulled back. His name was Ramon de Garros, and he was a young Frenchman.
He was making the flight from Palm Beach to Havana in the flying-boat in
the interests of a hotel company owning giant hostelries in both places.
He had set out the day before, thinking to finish the flight within a
few hours. Instead, an accident to his engine had compelled him to
alight on the surface of the ocean. Then adverse winds had driven him
far off his course, and finally his gasoline had given out. He luckily
had a wireless apparatus on board, a new, light device with which he had
been experimenting for the government. If it had not been for this, his
chance of rescue would have been slim.
The rails of the ship were lined with men and women who gave the
returning rescuers a hearty roar of welcome as they drew alongside. De
Garros, with the volatility of a true Frenchman, waved his hand to show
that he was not injured. This brought another cheer.
The boat was hoisted home and the crowd pressed about it as Jack
clambered out and extended his hand to De Garros, who was still feeble
from his trying experience. Men and women tried to grasp Jack’s hand,
but he brushed past them, feeling awkward and embarrassed as he
conducted De Garros to the captain’s cabin.
In the crowd was Miss Jarrold, and as they passed her, to Jack’s
astonishment, she and De Garros exchanged looks of unmistakable
recognition. The girl turned away the next instant, but De Garros
exclaimed to Jack:
“What is that young lady doing on this ship?”
“She is accompanying her uncle,” rejoined Jack. “I believe they are on a
pleasure cruise.”
“Her uncle is on board?”
There was a note almost of anxiety in the rescued aviator’s voice as he
put the question.
“Yes. You know him?”
The reply astonished Jack. De Garros’ tone was more than vehement as he
rejoined:
“Know him! I know him too well! I—but never mind about that now.”
Jack had no time to ask questions; indeed, he would have considered it
impertinent to have done so. They now reached the captain’s cabin and
that dignitary himself came forward to greet De Garros. The aviator
explained that he wished to be transported to Kingston, Jamaica, which
was the first port of call of the _Tropic Queen_, and that there he
would cable for money for his passage and so forth.
Captain McDonald greeted him warmly, and clothes from the wardrobe of
the third officer, who was about his size, were found for De Garros, who
was beginning to shiver, warm though the air was. Jack had to hurry off
to relieve Sam at the key. As he left, he and De Garros shook hands
warmly.
“I shall see more of you,” said the young Frenchman.
“I hope so,” responded Jack. “I should like to hear more about your air
voyage, when you have time.”
“I can always make time for the man who saved my life,” was the
rejoinder of the aërial castaway.
“Oh, shucks!” exclaimed Jack, not being able to think of anything else
to say.
Then he hurried back on the job. Half an hour later, in dry clothes, he
was at his key again and exchanging joshes with the operator of the
_Mexico_, as both the stately crafts stood on their courses once more
after participating in what was, probably, the first rescue of an aërial
castaway on record.