How long Tim and I clung to the spar I know not. The next thing I
remember was opening my eyes and finding myself in the bottom of a boat
crowded with men from the _Kestrel_. The sea was running mountains
high, and the boat, without rudder or oars, was flung like a cork from
wave to wave. The dawn was just beginning to show in the sky, and the
thunder of surf and wind was deafening.
"Where is Tim?" said I.
No one heard me, or, if they heard, heeded me. I raised my head and
looked anxiously from one to another of my comrades.
"Where is Tim?" I asked again, louder, and with a pluck at the sleeve
of the man nearest me.
"Where all the rest are," replied the man, "if you mean the lieutenant."