The Golden Castaways

All I did was to pull him out by the seat of the trousers. The fat old thing
had gone out in the dark to the end of the yacht's boat- boom, and was
trying to worry in the dinghy with his toe, when plump he dropped into a
six-knot ebb tide. Of course, if I hadn't happened along in a launch, he
might have drowned, but, as for anything heroic on my part--why, the
very notion is preposterous.