As quickly as he could, old Jacob procured a life line and threw it toward the lad.
But the line fell short and Leander gave another scream.
"Throw me a long knife, and I'll try to help him," said Dick. "He shan't perish if I can help him."
"No, no, boy; it may cost you your life," shuddered Robert Menden. "All of you had better come on board as quickly as you can."
But none of the members of the Gun and Sled Club would listen to this. They had stuck together before in extreme peril, and they would do the same again.
"Keep up; we are coming!" shouted Dick, and having procured a long kitchen knife he swam toward Leander with all speed. Soon the others had armed themselves in a similar fashion and were following. Even faithful old Dash seemed to realize that something was wrong, and with a loud splash he, too, went over the yacht's side.
"They have grit, as you Americans would say," observed Robert Menden. "What do you think it is?"
"We'll know in a minit," replied old Jacob, and rushed for a gun.
By this time poor Leander was utterly exhausted. The thing about his legs was grow-
