But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey⁠—the number was three. Constans, who was “seen by the captain to jump into the gig,” 1 luckily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.