"He'd made three trips in his gig," went on Dunbar, "and handled
it finely in that tremendous sea, taking off my men as they jumped
overboard. I stayed to the last and he made a separate trip for me, but
arrived too late. She took her final plunge before I expected it, and
there I was, thirty feet under before I knew it, with long rubber boots
on and a long oilskin coat that I couldn't unbutton. But I did get to
the surface, full of water and nearly unconscious, when I felt his
clutch on my hair. Oh, he's a man--the real thing, and whatever I can
do for him while I live, I'll do, and don't you forget it, doctor. I'm
that man's friend for life."