The wind had freshened
during the night, and rain was falling heavily. On deck the crew stood
about in oilskins, while below, the boy, in his new capacity of gaoler,
was ministering to the wants of an ungrateful prisoner, when the cook,
happening to glance that way, was horrified to see the animal emerge
from the fo'c'sle. It eluded easily the frantic clutch of the boy as he
sprang up the ladder after it, and walked leisurely along the deck in
the direction of the cabin. Just as the crew had given it up for lost it
encountered Sam, and the next moment, despite its cries, was caught up
and huddled away beneath his stiff clammy oilskins. At the noise the
skipper, who was talking to the mate, turned as though he had been shot,
and gazed wildly round him.
"Dick," said he, "can you hear a cat?"
"Cat!" said the mate, in accents of great astonishment.
"I thought I heard it," said the puzzled skipper.
"Fancy, sir," said Dick firmly, as a mewing, appalling in its wrath,
came from beneath Sam's coat.
"Did you hear it, Sam?" called the skipper, as the old man was moving
off.
"Hear what, sir?" inquired Sam respectfully, without turning round.
"Nothing," said the skipper, collecting himself. "Nothing. All right."
The old man, hardly able to believe in his good fortune, made his way
forward, and, seizing a favourable opportunity, handed his ungrateful
burden back to the boy.
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