Be brave , dear . '' Lynde , with a little moan of resignation , turned away . Old Emily looked on with a face of grim disapproval as Alan waded out into the surf that boiled and swirled around him in a mad whirl of foam . The shower of sleet had again slackened , and the wreck half a mile away , with its solitary figure , was dearly visible . Alan beckoned to the man to jump overboard and swim ashore , enforcing his appeal by gestures that commanded haste before the next shower should come . For a few moments it seemed as if the seaman did not understand or lacked the courage or power to obey . The next minute he had dropped from the rigging on the crest of a mighty wave and was being borne onward to the shore . Speedily the backwater was reached and the man , sucked down by the swirl of the wave , threw up his arms and disappeared . Alan dashed in , groping , swimming ; it seemed an eternity before his hand clutched the drowning man and wrenched him from the undertow . And , with the seaman in his arms , he staggered back through the foam and dropped his burden on the sand at Lynde 's feet . Alan was reeling from exhaustion and chilled to the marrow , but he thought only of the man he had rescued . The latter was unconscious and , as Alan bent over him , he heard Lynde give a choking little cry . `` He is living still , '' said Alan . `` We must get him up to the house as soon as possible . How shall we manage it ? '' `` Lynde and I can go and bring the Captain 's mattress down , '' said Emily . Now that Alan was safe she was eager to do all she could . `` Then you and I can carry him up to the house . '' `` That will be best , '' said Alan . `` Go quickly . ''
He did not look XXXXX Lynde or he would have been shocked by the agony on her face .
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