lying, and stood
staring waiting to explode.

But, to Dick's great disappointment, Tally uttered a soft low, and began
to swing her tail gently round, so as to give Jemmy a pat on the back.
At regular intervals there was a whishing noise, then another whishing
noise half a tone lower, then _whish_--_whosh_--_whish_--_whosh_, two
streams of rich new milk began to pour into the bucket, whose bottom was
soon covered, and a white froth began to appear on the top.

"I say!" cried Dick eagerly, "shall I lash her legs?"

"What for?" growled Jemmy.

"'Cause she'll kick it over directly."

"Not she. You wouldn't kick it over, would you, Tally, old cow?"

The cow waved her tail and whisked it about the man's neck as the
milking went on, to the delight of the men, who began to see biscuit and
milk in prospect, while the two officers, who were none the less eager
for a draught as a change from their miserable ordinary fare, veiled
their expectations under a severe aspect of importance.

"Here you are," said Jemmy, drawing back at last--while Dick seemed to
be watching, in a state of agony, lest a kick should upset the soft
white contents of the bucket--"More'n a gallon this time. How much are
we to leave aboard?"

"All of it," said Ram generously; "they deserve it for saving the cow.
I say, you," he continued, turning to Archy, "what do you say to her
now?"

"Thank you," replied Archy. "Here, Dick, take that bucket aft, and you,
my lads, open the side there, and help them to get the cow overboard."

"Thank ye, sir," said Ram, smiling. "I say, Jemmy, she'd stand in the
boat, wouldn't she? Or would she put her feet through?"

"Let's try," was the laconic reply, and taking hold of the rope that had
been used as a halter, the man stepped down into the boat, the cow,
after a little coaxing, following, without putting her feet through, and
showing great activity for so clumsy-looking a beast. Ram followed, and
took one of the oars, settled down behind Jemmy, and the next minute,
with the whole crew of the cutter standing grinning at the side, they
began to row shoreward.

"How about the tide, Jemmy?" said Ram, when they had been rowing a few
minutes, with the cow standing placidly in the boat.

"Too high, can't do it," said the man.

"Let's row to the ledge then, and land there till the tide goes down."

"Right," said Jemmy, and they bore off a little to the east, made
straight for the shelf of rock, which was jus