at came alongside
with a message from papa, desiring us to go back in her. We jumped in
at once, and were quickly on board. Papa had gone below to change his
wet clothes, when we found that Jack had been placed on a mattress on
deck, wrapped up in a blanket. Uncle Tom was kneeling by his side,
exposing his face and chest to the breeze, while one of the men stood by
with a lantern. Jack was as pale as death--indeed, as we watched him
with intense grief, he appeared to be dead.

"He's got too much water in his throat," said the captain of the
Dolphin; "better place him on his face, and let it run out."

This was done, with our assistance, and Uncle Tom placed one of Jack's
wrists under his forehead; but still he showed no sign of life. While
we were attempting thus to restore him, papa came on deck. He at once
placed Jack on his back, and putting a cloak under his shoulders,
slightly raised his chest, while he told me to hold his feet covered up
in the blanket. He then wiped his mouth and nostrils, and drew his
tongue out, keeping it projecting beyond the lips. By slightly raising
the lower jaw the tongue was held in the required position by his teeth.
He then raised his arms upwards by the sides of his head, and kept them
steadily but gently stretched out, moving them forwards for a few
moments. He then turned them down, and pressed them gently and firmly
for the same period of time against the sides of the chest. He
continued repeating these movements alternately about fifteen times in a
minute. By papa's directions, we rubbed both his arms and his legs,
from the feet and hands towards the heart; and another blanket having
been heated at the galley, he was wrapped up in it. In the meantime,
papa having called for a bucket of cold water, dashed it with
considerable force over Jack's face. How thankful we felt when, after
this operation had twice been performed, we heard a slight sigh escape
our cousin's lips!

"Thank God, all is well!" exclaimed papa. "Cheer up, Tom; Jack is
coming to."

Again the patient sighed, and we observed that he was beginning to
breathe. Papa placed his hand on Jack's heart. "It beats faintly," he
said; "but the pulsations are becoming stronger and stronger. We may
carry him below now without fear," he added, in cheerful voice; "he will
soon come round."

Jack now cried out faintly, as if suffering from pain.

"That's a good sign," said papa.

All this time we had contin