If not, you've got to go down on all fours under the window, so that I can step on your back and climb out." Mike was silent for a few moments, and then he said softly,-- "I'll do which you like, Cinder." "Then I think I'll try first.

If I can't manage it you can." "But stop a moment: suppose there's any one on deck ?" "It will be very dark." "But there'll be lanthorns burning and a watch kept." "I feel sure there'll be no lights, because they might be seen from the cliffs; and as they know they're so safe here, I don't believe there'll be any watch kept." "I wish I'd got a head like yours, Cinder." "Do you?
Well, we can't change.

That's it.

My! how tight my boots were! It's getting them wet and letting them dry on one's feet .-- Pst! Slip into your berth." Their needs and experience were beginning to make them obey a sharp order without question; and as Vince lowered down the shutter Mike crawled into the lower bunk silently enough, while, almost without a sound, Vince crept into the one above, stretched himself upon his back, and placed his hands together under his head.
The reason for this sudden action was that he had seen a gleam of light play for a moment beneath the rough door; and they were hardly in their places when there was the sound of descending steps on the ladder, the shape of the door marked out plainly by the light all round.

Then came the rattling of a key in the padlock, which was drawn out of the staple, the door was flung open, and the hutch of a place was filled with the dull, soft light of a lanthorn, as a man stepped in.
It was hard work to lie there with the lanthorn held close up to them, but the boys both stood the ordeal.