Please call for help." "Ahoy, there!" shouted a familiar voice.

"What are you doing, Mark ?" "Trying to help this man, father." "Here, Jimpny," shouted the captain, "get up, sir.

Don't hang in the rigging there like that." The man moaned, and only clung the closer.
"Do you hear, sir ?" cried the captain; but the man was livid, and as he gazed wildly up at Mark, the lad lowered himself down, thrust an arm round one of the ropes, and took a firm grasp of his collar.
"What's the matter, Mark ?" cried the captain.
"He's going to faint, I think." "Here, Small, up aloft with a rope there," cried the captain, "and make it fast round him." The boatswain seized a coil of line and trotted to the other side of the deck.

Mark saw him cross, but was astonished to see how soon he appeared at the mast-head.
"Hold tight, youngster," he said, "I'll soon give him his physic." "What are you going to do ?" cried Mark.
"Hang him.

You'll see," said the boatswain with a chuckle.
Jimpny groaned and seemed to cling spasmodically to the shrouds as the great seaman slipped the end of the rope round him and made it fast.
After which he passed the other end of the rope over a stay and lowered it down to the deck.
"Ready below ?" he shouted.
"All right!" came up.
"You get a bit higher, youngster.