"I am sure he isn't," I said.

     He seemed to struggle with himself, for I heard something like the low, bitter murmur of doubt. "What's the good?" His next words came out with a hesitating effort.

     "Look here, my man. Could you call him out quietly?"

     I thought the time Had come to declare myself.

     "I am the captain."

     I heard a "By Jove!" whispered at the level of the water. The phosphorescence flashed in the swirl of the water all about his limbs, his other hand seized the ladder.

     "My name's Leggatt."

     The voice was calm and resolute. A good voice. The self-possession of that man had somehow induced a corresponding state in myself. It was very quietly that I remarked:

     "You must be a good swimmer."