and the water
fairly boiled with the struggle he was making to reach the spot. In a
few seconds he was near enough to reach out and grasp the black object.
But he let go of it immediately and the next moment he was seen to
prepare for a dive under the surface. A few feet away he had seen some
air bubbles coming to the top.

In a jiffy he had unbuckled the life buoy. Then like a seal the lithe
youngster sought the dark green depths, following the line of bubbles.
Down he swam, deeper and deeper, for on the white, sandy bottom he could
see a dark, shapeless mass turning round and round with the action of the
water. He reached out to seize it and his lingers slipped from the
driver's leather jacket. Again he tried, and his hand closed about the
cold wrist of the unconscious man.

Then he turned and started to struggle upward, dragging his heavy burden
after him. It was hard work--terrible work, for he had dived deep and he
was badly in need of air. His lungs felt as if they would burst. The
blood pressure in his neck and head was almost unbearable. At first he
could make no headway. The drowning man seemed to hold fast to the
bottom. But he fought hard for he realized that if he let go of Dacy he
would have difficulty in finding him with a second dive. Every moment
was precious, too. There might still be a spark of life in the limp form
he was trying to rescue.

Up, up, he struggled. Above he could see the light of day. Great green
bubbles raced past him. Only a few feet now. Only a second or two
longer. Thus did he spur himself onward until suddenly his head shot
clear of the waves, and, with a-gasp, he filled his tortured lungs with
new air. Ten feet away danced the cigar-shaped float with its life belt,
and swimming toward him from the crowded beach were two other scouts
ready to help.

Jimmy summoned every ounce of his remaining strength and held the head of
the unconscious man above the water. And when the spectators saw that he
had actually made the rescue a cheer louder and longer than any that had
greeted the racers rent the air.

It was hard work and Jiminy was at the point of exhaustion, yet he tried
his utmost to buckle the life belt about poor Dacy. But while he fumbled
with the straps the two other scouts arrived and relieved him of the
task. Quickly the belt was adjusted and the sign flashed to Bruce, who
seized the steel cable and hauled away.

Then the two lads turned their att