Very gingerly he grasped the hooks, and he experimented with one foot before trusting his whole weight to the hammock.

The second he released his hold of the hooks he fell, and the fall was even greater than before.
"The blamed thing is spooky!" he howled, as he gathered himself together.

He made a quick run for the ladder leading on deck, but was stopped by the master-at-arms, who demanded an explanation.

While they were arguing, "Bill" and I quickly fixed the hammock, casting off the shell and concealing it behind a black bag.

We had barely finished when the chief petty officer came up and examined the clews.