"How are you, boy?"
The voice seemed to come from a great distance, and the face of the
speaker looked far away, and yet his hand was being held in his father's
firm palm.
"Ah!" sighed Jack in answer. Then quickly, "Ned! Ned! Where's Ned?"
"Safe here," said Sir John. "In the boat. We were only just in time."
"He's coming to," said another familiar voice. "Pull away, my lads.
Well, Jack, old fellow, you've been carrying on a nice game. How are
you? Glad to see you. No, no, lie back for a bit. We'll soon have you
on board."