CHAPTER TEN.
CROSSING THE LINE.
"Humph!" grunted Captain Gillespie, astounded by this information.
"That's the joker, is it ?" "Aye, aye, sorr," said Tim Rooney, thinking he was asked the question again as to the other's identity; "it's him, sure enough." "Then I should like to know what the dickens he means by such conduct as this?
The beggar first comes aboard my ship without my leave or license, and then tries to break his neck by going aloft when nobody sent him there!" "Arrah sure, sorr, the poor chap ownly did it to show his willin'ness to worruk his passige, sayin' as how Mr Mackay tould him ye'd blow him up for comin' aboard whin he came-to this arternoon, sorr," pleaded Tim, not perceiving, as I did, that all the captain's anger against the unfortunate stowaway had melted away by this time on learning that he had shown such courage.

"Begorra, he would cloimb up the shrouds, sorr, whin ye tould the hands to lay aloft; an' the divil himsilf, sorr, wouldn't 'a stopped him." "He's a plucky fellow," cried the captain in a much more amiable tone of voice, to Tim's great surprise.
"Send him aft, bosun, and I'll talk to him now instead of to-morrow, as I said." "Aye, aye, sorr," replied Tim; and, presently, the stowaway, who looked none the worse for his fall, came shambling sheepishly up the poop ladder, Tim following in his wake, and saying as he ushered him into the captain's presence, "Here he is, sorr." "Well, you rascal," exclaimed Captain Gillespie, looking at him up and down with his squinting eyes and sniffing, taking as good stock of him as the faint light would permit, "what have you got to say for yourself--eh ?" "Oi dunno," answered the ragged lad, touching his forelock and making a scrape back with his foot, in deferential salute.

"Of's got nowt ter say, only as Oi'll wark me pessage if you'll let me be, and dunno put me in that theer dark pit agin." "Do you know you're liable to three months imprisonment with hard labour for stowing yourself aboard my ship ?" replied Captain Gillespie, paying no attention to his words apparently, and going on as if he had not spoken.

"What will you do if I let you off ?" "Oi'll wark, measter," cried the other eagerly.

"Oi'll wark loike a good un, Oi will, sure, if you lets Oi be." "Ha, humph! I'll give you a try, then," jerked out Old Jock with a snort, after another nautical inspection of the new hand; "only, mind you don't go tumbling off the yard again.