With the aid of the lashings of the foresail, he succeeded in climbing up on the mast to a point on a level with the bridge, and at the same time to make the mast conceal him from the eyes of Mr.Lillyworth and the scullion.

The latter pretended to be at work, and occasionally the second lieutenant "jawed" at him for his clumsiness in lacing the sailcloth.

Between these growls, they spoke together in a low tone, but Dave was near enough to hear what they said.

Though he had never heard the voice of Pink Mulgrum before, he knew that of the second lieutenant, and he was in no danger of confounding the two.

Pink used excellent language, as the steward was capable of judging, and it was plain enough that he was not what he had appeared to be.
[Illustration: Lillyworth and Mulgrum on the bridge.].