Help!" This was my last cry. My mouth filled with water, I struggled against being drawn the abyss. Suddenly my clothes were seized by a strong hand, and I felt myself quickly drawn up to the surface of the sea; and I heard, yes, I heard these words pronounced in my ear:"If master would be so good as to lean on my shoulder, master would swim with much greater ease." I seized with one hand my faithful Conrail's arm. "Is it you?" said I, "you?"" Myself," answered Conrail; "and waiting master's orders."" That shock threw you as well as me in the sea?"" No; but, being in my master's service, I followed him." The worthy fellow thought that was but natural.

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea