er our heads. I
wanted to scream too, but Martin said:

"My gracious, isn't this splendiferous?"

"Isn't it?" I answered, and, little hypocrite that I was, I began to
sing.

I remember that I sang one of Tommy's sailor-songs, "Sally," because its
jolly doggerel was set to such a jaunty tune--

"_Oh Sally's the gel for me,
Our Sally's the gel for me,
I'll marry the gel that I love best
When I come back from sea_."

My pretence of happiness was shortlived, for at the next moment I made
another mistake. Drawing up his boat to a ledge of the rock, and laying
hold of our painter, Martin leapt ashore, and then held out his hand to
me to follow him, but in fear of a big wave I held back when I ought to
have jumped, and he was drenched from head to foot. I was ashamed, and
thought he would have scolded me, but he only shook himself and said:

"That's nothing! We don't mind a bit of wet when we're out asploring."

My throat was hurting me again and I could not speak, but without
waiting for me to answer he coiled the rope about my right arm, and told
me to stay where I was, and hold fast to the boat, while he climbed the
rock and took possession of it in the name of the king.

"Do or die we allus does that when we're out asploring," he said, and
with his sack over his shoulder, his broom-handle in his hand and his
little Union Jack sticking out of the hole in the crown of his hat, he
clambered up the crag and disappeared over the top of it.

Being left alone, for the dog had followed him, my nervousness increased
tenfold, and thinking at last that the rising tide was about to submerge
the ledge on which I stood, I tried in my fright to climb the cliff. But
hardly had I taken three steps when my foot slipped and I clutched the
seaweed to save myself from falling, with the result that the boat's
rope slid from my arm, and went rip-rip-ripping down the rock until it
fell with a splash into the sea.

I saw what I had done, and I screamed, and then Martin's head appeared
after a moment on the ledge above me. But it was too late for him to do
anything, for the boat had already drifted six yards away, and just when
I thought he would have shrieked at me for cutting off our only
connection with the shore, he said:

"Never mind, shipmate! We allus expecs to lose a boat or two when we're
out asploring."

I was silent from shame, but Martin, having hauled me up the rock by
help of the broom h