Mr. Boulong
proceeded to lift him up with his feet in the air, to free his lungs from
the salt water he must have imbibed.
By this time the second cutter came up to the scene, and Scott in command
wondered why the first officer had passed by one man to save another; for
in the commotion of the waves he had not been able to realize the condition
of the Hindu, as he appeared to be. But the cool gentleman had been
over-confident; and instead of waiting for one of the boats to pick him up,
he had disengaged himself from his life-preserver, and attempted to swim to
the first cutter. Mr. Boulong was so occupied with his treatment of the
first man rescued, that he did not see him, or hear his shout above the
noise of the savage waves, and had directed the cockswain to steer for the
next man, who seemed to be an older person than either of the others.
The Hindu had not entirely lost his senses; and when he was disburdened of
the load of salt water he had swallowed, he looked about him, though still
in a somewhat dazed condition.
"Dr. Ferrolan!" he exclaimed. "Oh, save him!" He pointed to him as the
stern of the boat rose on a billow; and he proved to be the person towards
whom the cockswain was steering the boat. "Where is Lord Tremlyn?" he
asked, as he surveyed the surrounding waters. "There!" he screamed wildly,
as he pointed over the stern, where the person indicated was swimming for
the first cutter.
[Illustration: "A ready seaman seized him by the arm."--Page 45.]
"The other boat is close aboard of him, and will soon pick him up," said
Mr. Boulong, turning his attention to one ahead of the cutter.
As he spoke, a booming billow struck Lord Tremlyn, as the Hindu had
revealed his name, just as Scott was running his boat up to take him on
board. He was caught just in the comb of the wave, and it upset him, making
him turn a complete somerset, as his companion had done; but he was master
of himself, and when he came up, he appeared to dive through the crest of
another billow, and came out close alongside Scott's boat, near the bow. A
ready seaman seized him by the arm, and, with the aid of another, hauled
him into the boat, where he was passed into the stern-sheets.
"Was Sir Modava saved?" he asked, with no little excitement in his manner,
as he spit the salt water from his mouth.
"Don't know him, sir; but they just hauled a man into the first cutter,"
replied Scott.
"Which is the first cutter?" asked Lord Tre
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