I stopped. He began to come up higher towards us. From the rigging to leeward there came suddenly a buzz of men talking.
The Second Mate reached us.
"Well, what"s up, anyway?" he inquired, suspiciously. "What"s happened?"
He had bent forward, and was peering at Tom. I started to explain; but he cut me short with:
"Is he dead?"
"No, Sir," I said. "I don"t think so; but the poor beggar"s had a bad fall. He was hanging by the gasket when we got to him. The sail knocked him off the yard."
"What?" he said, sharply.
"The wind caught the sail, and it lashed back over the yard--"
"What wind?" he interrupted. "There"s no wind, scarcely." He shifted his weight on to the other foot. "What do you mean?"
"I mean what I say, Sir. The wind brought the foot of the sail over the top of the yard and knocked Tom clean off the foot-rope. Williams and I both saw it happen."
"But there"s no wind to do such a thing; you"re talking nonsense!"
It seemed to me that there was as much of bewilderment as anything else in his voice; yet I could tell that he was suspicious--though, of what, I doubted whether he himself could have told.
He glanced at Williams, and seemed about to say something. Then, seeming to change his mind, he turned, and sung out to one of the men who had followed him aloft, to go down and pa.s.s out a coil of new, three-inch manilla, and a tailblock.
"Smartly now!" he concluded.
"i, i, Sir," said the man, and went down swiftly.
The Second Mate turned to me.
"When you"ve got Tom below, I shall want a better explanation of all this, than the one you"ve given me. It won"t wash."
"Very well, Sir," I answered. "But you won"t get any other."
"What do you mean?" he shouted at me. "I"ll let you know I"ll have no impertinence from you or any one else."
"I don"t mean any impertinence, Sir--I mean that it"s the only explanation there is to give."
"I tell you it won"t wash!" he repeated. "There"s something too d.a.m.ned funny about it all. I shall have to report the matter to the Captain. I can"t tell him that yarn--" He broke off abruptly.
"It"s not the only d.a.m.ned funny thing that"s happened aboard this old hooker," I answered. "You ought to know that, Sir."
"What do you mean?" he asked, quickly.
"Well, Sir," I said, "to be straight, what about that chap you sent us hunting after up the main the other night? That was a funny enough affair, wasn"t it? This one isn"t half so funny."
"That will do, Jessop!" he said, angrily. "I won"t have any back talk."
Yet there was something about his tone that told me I had got one in on my own. He seemed all at once less able to appear confident that I was telling him a fairy tale.
After that, for perhaps half a minute, he said nothing. I guessed he was doing some hard thinking. When he spoke again it was on the matter of getting the Ordinary down on deck.
"One of you"ll have to go down the lee side and steady him down," he concluded.
He turned and looked downwards.
"Are you bringing that gantline?" he sang out.
"Yes, Sir," I heard one of the men answer.
A moment later, I saw the man"s head appear over the top. He had the tail-block slung round his neck, and the end of the gantline over his shoulder.
Very soon we had the gantline rigged, and Tom down on deck. Then we took him into the fo"cas"le and put him in his bunk. The Second Mate had sent for some brandy, and now he started to dose him well with it. At the same time a couple of the men chafed his hands and feet. In a little, he began to show signs of coming round. Presently, after a sudden fit of coughing, he opened his eyes, with a surprised, bewildered stare. Then he caught at the edge of his bunk-board, and sat up, giddily. One of the men steadied him, while the Second Mate stood back, and eyed him, critically. The boy rocked as he sat, and put up his hand to his head.
"Here," said the Second Mate, "take another drink."
Tom caught his breath and choked a little; then he spoke.
"By gum!" he said, "my head does ache."
He put up his hand, again, and felt at the lump on his forehead. Then he bent forward and stared round at the men grouped about his bunk.
"What"s up?" he inquired, in a confused sort of way, and seeming as if he could not see us clearly.
"What"s up?" he asked again.
"That"s just what I want to know!" said the Second Mate, speaking for the first time with some sternness.
"I ain"t been snoozin" while there"s been a job on?" Tom inquired, anxiously.
He looked round at the men appealingly.
"It"s knocked "im dotty, strikes me," said one of the men, audibly.
"No," I said, answering Tom"s question, "you"ve had--"
"Shut that, Jessop!" said the Second Mate, quickly, interrupting me. "I want to hear what the boy"s got to say for himself."
He turned again to Tom.
"You were up at the fore royal," he prompted.
"I carn"t say I was, Sir," said Tom, doubtfully. I could see that he had not gripped the Second Mate"s meaning.
"But you were!" said the Second, with some impatience. "It was blowing adrift, and I sent you up to shove a gasket round it."
"Blowin" adrift, Sir?" said Tom, dully.
"Yes! blowing adrift. Don"t I speak plainly?"