spring, which lost much of its power because of the uncertain footing the tilting gunwale gave him, he launched himself upward and outward.
Arching his hands over his head to cleave the water, and hoping in his heart that he would clear the ring of flames, Dick felt himself moving through the air. Then, with a sudden change in the little breeze that was blowing, the flames shifted so that they were wider in extent at the place for which he aimed. Those in the outer fringe of motor boats caught their breaths as they saw what had happened. Dick was headed for the center of a leaping mass of fire.
An instant later he had struck the water, covered with the blazing gasolene, and had disappeared beneath the surface.
"Now to save him, if we can!" cried Captain Bailey, of the large motor boat Cypress, as he urged his craft forward. Those in it, as they approached the outer ring of fire, looked at the luridly illuminated waters, anxious to catch the first glimpse of Dick. A dark body came to the surface. Two hands shot out, and Dick made an attempt to swim. But he ceased almost as soon as he made the first strokes, and sank back, his head going beneath the waves.
Then sounded a splash from the stern of the boat.
"What was that?" cried Captain Bailey.
"Chandler Norton leaped after him!" was the answer.
