movement came none too soon, for a moment later one of the outside chains of the raft broke, and fully a third of what was left of the lumber was scattered in all directions.
"Hullo, Bragin! is that you?"
The cry came from out of the darkness and from the other end of the top lumber.
"Are you calling to me?" replied Dick, in as loud a voice as he could muster.
"Is that you, Bragin?" repeated the voice.
"I am not Bragin," answered Dick. "Where are you?"
"Here." And the unknown repeated the cry until Dick located and joined him. He was a burly lumberman of forty, with a heavy black beard and an equally heavy voice. He gazed at the youth in astonishment.
"Hullo! Where did you come from?" he demanded.
"From the yacht this lumber raft just struck."
"Did the shock knock ye overboard?"
"It did."
"Humph! I thought ye was Bragin."
"I came pretty close to being drowned, for I came up under the lumber."
"Well, we aint out o' the woods yet, young man. Didn't see nuthin o' Bragin, did ye?"
"I've seen nobody but you."
