Tony's a glorious fellow! He is worth his weight in solid gold!" "Can't we save the chaise ?" asked Tim Bunker.
"We can try." "Hurrah for the chaise then!" "Bowman, get the long painter ahead," continued Frank.
"Ay, ay." The coxswain of the Zephyr steered her towards the vehicle, which still hung to the rock, and, by a skilful maneuver, contrived to make fast the line to one of the shafts of the chaise.
"Ready--pull!" said Frank, as he passed the line over one of the thwarts.
The crew pulled with a will, and the jerk disengaged the chaise, and they succeeded in hauling it safely to the shore, and placing it high and dry upon the rocks..