A few seconds sufficed to accomplish this, after which Gascoyne took him up in his arms as if he had been a child, carried him below, and laid him on one of the cabin lockers.
Then, dragging a sheet off one of the beds, he sprang up on deck and waved it over the stern.
"That's the signal for me," said Corrie, who had watched for it eagerly.
"Now, Uncle Ole, mind you obey orders: you are rather inclined to be mutinous, and that won't pay to-night.

If you don't look out, Gascoyne will pitch into you, old boy." Master Corrie indulged in these impertinent remarks while he was stripping off his jacket and shirt.

The exasperated Thorwald attempted to seize him by the neck and shake him, but Corrie flung his jacket in his face, and sprang down the beach like a squirrel.

He had wisdom enough, however, to say and do all this in the quietest possible manner; and when he entered the sea he did so with as much caution as Gascoyne himself had done, insomuch that he seemed to melt away like a mischievous sprite.
In a few minutes he was alongside of the Foam; caught a rope that was thrown to him, and quickly stood on the deck.
"Well done, Corrie.

Clamber over the stern, and slide down by that rope into the little boat that floats there.