The next minute he shot around a small headland and right before him , dimly visible in the faint light cast by the lantern through the fog , was an upturned boat with two men clinging to it , one on each side , evidently almost exhausted . Natty rowed cautiously up to the one nearest him , knowing that he must be wary lest the grip of the drowning man overturn his own light skiff . `` Let go when I say , '' he shouted , `` and do n't -- grab -- anything , do you hear ? Do n't -- grab . Now , let go . '' The next minute the man lay in the dory , dragged over the stern by Netty 's grip on his collar . `` Lie still , '' ordered Natty , clutching the oars . To row around the overturned boat , amid the swirl of water about her , was a task that taxed Netty 's skill and strength to the utmost . The other man was dragged in over the bow , and with a gasp of relief Natty pulled away from the sinking boat . Once clear of her he could not row for a few minutes ; he was shaking from head to foot with the reaction from tremendous effort and strain . `` This 'll never do , '' he muttered . `` I 'm not going to be a baby now . But will I ever be able to row back ? '' Presently , however , he was able to grip his oars again and pull for the lighthouse , whose beacon loomed dimly through the fog like a great blur of whiter mist . The men , obedient to his orders , lay quietly where he had placed them , and before long Natty was back again at the lighthouse landing , where Prue was waiting , wild with anxiety . The men were helped out and assisted up to the lighthouse , where Natty went to hunt up dry clothes for them , and Prue flew about to prepare hot drinks . `` To think that that child saved us ! '' exclaimed one of the men . `` Why , I did n't think a grown man had the strength to do what he did . He is your brother , I suppose , Miss Miller .
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