With intense relief we saw Jack hauled on board over the stern; but papa was still in the water.  For a moment I thought of sharks, remembering how often those horrible monsters had carried off people just about to get into a boat.  Then I recollected that they were seldom if ever seen so far north.  Papa just held on to the stern until Jack had been carried by Ben a little way forward, and then we saw him climb in, Ben just lending him a hand, which was all he required.  Doubly thankful we were when we saw him also safe in the stern-sheets.