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'
Something
's
up
.
Come
along
.
'
He
leaped
to
his
feet
.
The
boys
were
streaming
up
the
ladders
.
Above
could
be
heard
a
great
scurrying
about
and
shouting
,
and
when
he
got
through
the
hatchway
he
stood
still
--
as
if
confounded
.
It
was
the
dusk
of
a
winter
's
day
.
The
gale
had
freshened
since
noon
,
stopping
the
traffic
on
the
river
,
and
now
blew
with
the
strength
of
a
hurricane
in
fitful
bursts
that
boomed
like
salvoes
of
great
guns
firing
over
the
ocean
.
The
rain
slanted
in
sheets
that
flicked
and
subsided
,
and
between
whiles
Jim
had
threatening
glimpses
of
the
tumbling
tide
,
the
small
craft
jumbled
and
tossing
along
the
shore
,
the
motionless
buildings
in
the
driving
mist
,
the
broad
ferry-boats
pitching
ponderously
at
anchor
,
the
vast
landing-stages
heaving
up
and
down
and
smothered
in
sprays
.
The
next
gust
seemed
to
blow
all
this
away
.
The
air
was
full
of
flying
water
.
There
was
a
fierce
purpose
in
the
gale
,
a
furious
earnestness
in
the
screech
of
the
wind
,
in
the
brutal
tumult
of
earth
and
sky
,
that
seemed
directed
at
him
,
and
made
him
hold
his
breath
in
awe
.
He
stood
still
.
It
seemed
to
him
he
was
whirled
around
.
He
was
jostled
.
'
Man
the
cutter
!
'
Boys
rushed
past
him
.
A
coaster
running
in
for
shelter
had
crashed
through
a
schooner
at
anchor
,
and
one
of
the
ship
's
instructors
had
seen
the
accident
.
A
mob
of
boys
clambered
on
the
rails
,
clustered
round
the
davits
.
'
Collision
.
Just
ahead
of
us
.
Mr
Symons
saw
it
.
'
A
push
made
him
stagger
against
the
mizzen-mast
,
and
he
caught
hold
of
a
rope
.
The
old
training-ship
chained
to
her
moorings
quivered
all
over
,
bowing
gently
head
to
wind
,
and
with
her
scanty
rigging
humming
in
a
deep
bass
the
breathless
song
of
her
youth
at
sea
.
'
Lower
away
!
'
He
saw
the
boat
,
manned
,
drop
swiftly
below
the
rail
,
and
rushed
after
her
.
He
heard
a
splash
.
'
Let
go
;
clear
the
falls
!
'
He
leaned
over
.
The
river
alongside
seethed
in
frothy
streaks
.
The
cutter
could
be
seen
in
the
falling
darkness
under
the
spell
of
tide
and
wind
,
that
for
a
moment
held
her
bound
,
and
tossing
abreast
of
the
ship
.
A
yelling
voice
in
her
reached
him
faintly
:
'
Keep
stroke
,
you
young
whelps
,
if
you
want
to
save
anybody
!
Keep
stroke
!
'
And
suddenly
she
lifted
high
her
bow
,
and
,
leaping
with
raised
oars
over
a
wave
,
broke
the
spell
cast
upon
her
by
the
wind
and
tide
.
Jim
felt
his
shoulder
gripped
firmly
.
'
Too
late
,
youngster
.
'
The
captain
of
the
ship
laid
a
restraining
hand
on
that
boy
,
who
seemed
on
the
point
of
leaping
overboard
,
and
Jim
looked
up
with
the
pain
of
conscious
defeat
in
his
eyes
.
The
captain
smiled
sympathetically
.
'
Better
luck
next
time
.
This
will
teach
you
to
be
smart
.
'
A
shrill
cheer
greeted
the
cutter
.
She
came
dancing
back
half
full
of
water
,
and
with
two
exhausted
men
washing
about
on
her
bottom
boards
.
The
tumult
and
the
menace
of
wind
and
sea
now
appeared
very
contemptible
to
Jim
,
increasing
the
regret
of
his
awe
at
their
inefficient
menace
.
Now
he
knew
what
to
think
of
it
.
It
seemed
to
him
he
cared
nothing
for
the
gale
.
He
could
affront
greater
perils
.
He
would
do
so
--
better
than
anybody
.
Not
a
particle
of
fear
was
left
.
Nevertheless
he
brooded
apart
that
evening
while
the
bowman
of
the
cutter
--
a
boy
with
a
face
like
a
girl
's
and
big
grey
eyes
--
was
the
hero
of
the
lower
deck
.
Eager
questioners
crowded
round
him
.
He
narrated
:
'
I
just
saw
his
head
bobbing
,
and
I
dashed
my
boat-hook
in
the
water
.
It
caught
in
his
breeches
and
I
nearly
went
overboard
,
as
I
thought
I
would
,
only
old
Symons
let
go
the
tiller
and
grabbed
my
legs
--
the
boat
nearly
swamped
.
Old
Symons
is
a
fine
old
chap
.
l
do
n't
mind
a
bit
him
being
grumpy
with
us
.
He
swore
at
me
all
the
time
he
held
my
leg
,
but
that
was
only
his
way
of
telling
me
to
stick
to
the
boat-hook
.
Old
Symons
is
awfully
excitable
--
is
n't
he
?
No
--
not
the
little
fair
chap
--
the
other
,
the
big
one
with
a
beard
When
we
pulled
him
in
he
groaned
,
"
Oh
,
my
leg
!
oh
,
my
leg
!
"
and
turned
up
his
eyes
.
Fancy
such
a
big
chap
fainting
like
a
girl
.
Would
any
of
you
fellows
faint
for
a
jab
with
a
boat-hook
?
--
I
would
n't
.
It
went
into
his
leg
so
far
.
'
He
showed
the
boat-hook
,
which
he
had
carried
below
for
the
purpose
,
and
produced
a
sensation
.
'
No
,
silly
!
It
was
not
his
flesh
that
held
him
--
his
breeches
did
.
Lots
of
blood
,
of
course
.
'
Jim
thought
it
a
pitiful
display
of
vanity
.
The
gale
had
ministered
to
a
heroism
as
spurious
as
its
own
pretence
of
terror
.
He
felt
angry
with
the
brutal
tumult
of
earth
and
sky
for
taking
him
unawares
and
checking
unfairly
a
generous
readiness
for
narrow
escapes
.
Otherwise
he
was
rather
glad
he
had
not
gone
into
the
cutter
,
since
a
lower
achievement
had
served
the
turn
.
He
had
enlarged
his
knowledge
more
than
those
who
had
done
the
work
.
When
all
men
flinched
,
then
--
he
felt
sure
--
he
alone
would
know
how
to
deal
with
the
spurious
menace
of
wind
and
seas
.
He
knew
what
to
think
of
it
.
Seen
dispassionately
,
it
seemed
contemptible
.
He
could
detect
no
trace
of
emotion
in
himself
,
and
the
final
effect
of
a
staggering
event
was
that
,
unnoticed
and
apart
from
the
noisy
crowd
of
boys
,
he
exulted
with
fresh
certitude
in
his
avidity
for
adventure
,
and
in
a
sense
of
many-sided
courage
.
