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[Aronoff C. <sti...@ra...>]

Ny of his shipmates who might have

been cast ashore. He found only one, who was lying in a state of
insensibility

on a little strip of sand. The waves had just cast him there, and
another towering billow approached, which would infallibly have washed
him away,

had not Bill rushed forward and dragged him out of danger.
It proved to be his friend Tom Riggles. Finding that he was not quite
dead, Bill set to work with all his energy to revive him, and was so
successful that in half-an-hour the sturdy seaman was enabled to sit up
and gaze round him with the stupid expression of a tipsy man. "Come,
cheer up," said Bill,
clapping him on the back; "you'll be all right

in a short while." "Wot's to do?" said Tom, staring at his
rescuer. "You're all right," repeated Bill. "One good turn deserves
another,
Tom. You saved my life a few minutes ago, and now I've hauled you out
o' the water, old boy." The sailor's faculties
seemed to return quickly on hearing this. He