Part 18 (1/2)
”But I guess it wasn't hard enough to do much damage.”
”That remains to be seen,” answered d.i.c.k. ”Storm or no storm, I'm gong on deck to learn what it means,” and he hurried up the companionway.
CHAPTER XIII
A RESCUE IN MID-OCEAN
d.i.c.k found that he could remain on the deck only with the greatest of difficulty. Several life lines had been stretched around and he clung to one of these.
”What has happened?” he asked of one of the sailors. ”What did we strike?”
”Struck a small boat,” was the answer. ”It had a colored man in it. We've just hauled the fellow on deck.”
”Is he all right?”
”No; he's about half dead. But the captain thinks he may get over it, with care,” and the sailor hurried away.
d.i.c.k now saw several men approaching, carrying the form of the rescued one between them. He looked at the unconscious man and gave a cry of amazement.
”Alexander Pop! What a strange happening!”
”Do you know the man?” questioned Captain Cambion.
”I know him very well,” answered d.i.c.k. ”He used to work at the military academy where my brothers and I were cadets.” And the boy told Captain Cambion the particulars of Alexander Pop's disappearance from Putnam Hall. ”I am glad that I will be able to tell him that his innocence is established,” he concluded.
”All providing we are able to bring him around to himself, Master Rover,” returned the captain gravely.
”You think, then, that he is in bad shape?”
”I hardly know what to think. We will take him below and do all we can for him.”
It was no easy matter to transfer Pop to one of the lower staterooms, but once placed on a soft berth the Rovers did all they could for him.
”It is like a romance,” said Sam, while Randolph Rover was administering some medicine to the unconscious man. ”How thin he looks.”
”He's been suffering from starvation,” put in d.i.c.k. ”I suppose he gave that yell we heard with his last breath.”
All of the party watched over the colored man with tender care, and feeling that he could be in no better hands the captain left him entirely in his friends' charge. ”When he comes to his senses you can let me know,” he said.
d.i.c.k was watching by Pop's side, and Tom was at the foot of the berth, when the colored man opened his eyes. As they rested on first one Rover and then the other he stared in utter astonishment.
”My gracious sakes alive!” he gasped. ”Am I dreamin', or am I back to Putnam Hall again?”
”Neither, Aleck,” replied d.i.c.k. ”You are safe on board an ocean steamer.”
”An' yo'--whar yo' dun come from?”
”We are pa.s.sengers on the steamer,” said Tom. ”You were picked up several hours ago.”