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  CHAPTER II

  A PLUCKY FEAT

  Fred's three companions on the deck below watched their friend withhorrified eyes. They had felt envious of his good fortune until now, andevery one of them had wished that he was in Fred's place.

  "It must be great up there," Grant exclaimed as he looked at Fredstanding up against the topmast, far above the decks.

  "That's the place to be, all right," said String enthusiastically.

  "If you were up there it would look like two masts instead of one," saidPop Sanders.

  "Say," said John in disgust. "You got off that same joke just a fewminutes ago. It was all right the first time, but it's a pretty poor onenow."

  The three boys had stood below bantering one another and envying Freduntil the _Josephine_ came about and they saw that their comradewas dizzy and in danger of falling.

  He swayed dangerously for a while that seemed a century long. He wavedhis arms wildly in the air and then clutched frantically for some ropeor brace to save himself. He seemed to grab hold of plenty of ropes butto hang on to none. Moreover, a rope was the cause of his fall, for oneswung violently around and catching the unfortunate boy around theankles tripped him up and pulled him from the precarious spot on whichhe stood.

  He toppled backward and fell. His three companions with one accorduttered a groan of horror and shut their eyes to keep out the awfulsight of what was about to happen. To think that their wonderful tripwas to be spoiled at the very start in this way! They turned their backsto the scene, afraid to look. Every boy expected to hear a thud on thedeck and see the mangled body of their companion at their feet.

  To them it seemed as if they waited hours and yet they did not hear theexpected sound. Instead of that they heard a shout.

  "Hold him!" some one cried, and opening their eyes and daring to lookabout them, the three boys on the deck saw something that was asunexpected as it was welcome.

  Fred hung head downward from the yard, a rope twisted tightly around hisfeet. The same rope that had thrown him from his position was nowholding him suspended in the air. But how securely did it hold him?Could it support him until help could come? That was the question.

  "Go to him, somebody!" cried Grant in an agonized voice. Even as hespoke a sailor ran swiftly along the deck to the base of the foremastand began to climb rapidly. To those who watched him, however, it seemedas if he progressed at a snail's pace.

  "He's going to drop!" groaned String.

  "Maybe not," said Pop Sanders, trying to appear cheerful.

  "What can he do if he does reach him?" demanded Grant.

  "Wait and see," cautioned Pop.

  Higher and higher climbed the sailor. From above Petersen, the man whohad accompanied Fred to the top, leaned down and took hold of the ropewhich was all that kept the unfortunate boy from falling.

  "Don't pull on that," begged Grant. "It'll surely come loose."

  The sailor had now approached within a few feet of Fred. A moment laterand he was by his side. He made no move to help the boy who hung soperilously out into space. Instead he shouted something to Petersenwhich could not be heard on the deck below.

  "What's the matter with him?" demanded Pop angrily. "Why doesn't he dosomething?"

  "Let him alone," cautioned Grant. "I guess he knows his business."

  "But Fred'll fall."

  "I guess not. That sailor can see how firm a hold that rope has on hisankles. He won't take any chances."

  "He called for a rope," exclaimed John Clemens. "See, that sailor whowent up with Fred is letting one down."

  "And he's making the other one fast to the yard," added Grant.

  "They're going to haul him up, I guess," said Pop.

  "That's right," exclaimed Grant. "See, he's tying the other end aroundFred's chest. They'll have him fixed all right in a minute."

  "If he doesn't fall before," String reminded them.

  "You're certainly a pessimist, String," exclaimed Pop. "Don't you everhave a cheerful thought?"

  "Of course I do, but I'm worried."

  "So am I. I try to be cheerful now and then, though."

  "He's all right now," exclaimed Grant as the sailor finished tying therope around Fred's body. "He couldn't fall now to save his life."

  The sailor scrambled quickly up the mast until he stood alongsidePetersen. Then the two men bent low, and hauling in hand over hand, soonpulled Fred up to the yard on which they stood. They did not untie therope from around his waist, however, but rather made the loose end of itfast around the mast so that the accident could not be repeated. A greatcheer from those who had assembled below greeted the result of thiswork.

  "I guess Fred's awfully dizzy just now," remarked Grant. "I don'tbelieve it's much fun hanging by your heels way up there."

  "And now how are they going to get him down?" demanded Pop. "Hecertainly can't do it by himself. He'd be sure to fall."

  At this moment Captain Dodge joined the three boys. "A pretty close callfor our sailor friend," he remarked grimly.

  "Yes," agreed Grant, "it certainly was. I don't suppose he'll want to domuch climbing for quite a while now."

  "I hope not," said the captain heartily.

  "How are you going to get him down?" asked Pop.

  "That's easy," said the captain, smiling. "We'll take a very long rope,one that will reach all the way from the deck up to where he is and backagain. We'll tie one end around your friend and we'll hang on to theother down here on the deck. The rope will go over the yard and he willbe on one end and we will be on the other. Then we'll lower away slowlyand the first thing you know he'll be right down here with us again."

  "And mighty glad to get here, I guess," exclaimed Grant.

  "I'll send a man up with the rope now," said the captain, and he startedto walk away.

  "Wait," cried Grant suddenly. "What's Fred trying to do?"

  "He's untying the ropes," exclaimed String. "Is he crazy?"

  "I guess he is," said Pop. "It looks as if he was getting ready to climbdown the way he went up."

  "Yell at him," exclaimed String excitedly.

  "Don't you do it," cautioned Captain Dodge quickly. "Don't distract hisattention from what he is doing for a second. It's too late now,anyway."

  Fred now stood free and clear of the ropes. It was evident that the twomen with him were arguing with him not to attempt the descent, butapparently their efforts made no impression on the daring youth, for hecould be seen to shake his head. Then he gingerly lowered himself fromthe yard and began the perilous journey to the deck.

  "Pretty nervy," muttered Captain Dodge under his breath, and murmurs ofadmiration could be heard from all the members of the crew gatherednearby. No one spoke, however, for all eyes and all interest werefocused on the feat Fred was performing.

  Slowly and carefully he proceeded at first, but as he gained inconfidence he increased the speed of his descent. Before he had coveredhalf of the distance he was swinging along as freely and apparently ascarelessly as any sailor. A moment later and he reached the deck.

  "Good boy," cried Captain Dodge, springing forward to shake hands withFred, and at the same time a hearty cheer was given by the crew.

  As soon as Fred touched foot on the deck, however, a change came overhim. His face became deathly pale and he swayed dizzily. He put out hishand to save himself, but before Captain Dodge could reach him hecollapsed and sank to the deck in a limp heap.

  "Fainted," remarked Grant simply.

  "Well, I don't blame him," exclaimed Pop Sanders. "It's the reactionfrom the strain probably."

  The three boys rushed to the side of their comrade and found thatGrant's surmise had been correct. Fred had fainted.

  "Bring some water," directed Captain Dodge. "He'll be around presently."

  Fred soon opened his eyes after a few treatments of cold water, splasheddirectly in his face. He looked about him and smiled weakly.

  "How do you feel?" asked Captain Dodge.

  "Fine," said Fred, but he
didn't look so.

  "You better get in your bunk for a while," said the captain. "That's allyou need just now. I'll tell the cook to bring you a little hot soup."

  Leaning on Grant and George Washington Sanders, Fred made his way below.He was very weak after his ordeal and it was with a great sigh of reliefthat he sank into his bunk.

  "What made you climb down?" demanded Pop.

  "Well," said Fred, "I just had to. I knew that if I didn't do it then Inever would have the nerve to try again. I felt so foolish to havecaused all the trouble I did and I knew they'd all think me an awfullandlubber. I felt as if I ought to square myself."

  "You did that all right," said Grant heartily. "The whole crew is crazyabout you now, and String and Pop and I are certainly in the shade."

  "I don't mind that part of it," said Pop. "All I say is, don't do itagain. I couldn't stand another ten minutes like those."

  "And I tell you one thing," said Grant. "It's lucky for you that the_Josephine_ had been brought up into the wind. If we had beentacking or beating or something like that you'd never had hung soquietly as you did."

  "Are we anchored now?" asked Fred.

  "Yes," said Grant. "We're going to stay here until the wind changes."

  "When do you suppose that will be?"

  "The captain says it'll probably swing around to the west to-night. Assoon as it does we will get under way again."

  "They can't do it too soon to suit me," exclaimed String. "I want to beout on the ocean, where you can't see a bit of land in any direction."

  "That'll happen soon enough, once we get started," said Grant. "Thenwe'll probably wish we were on shore again."

  At this moment the cook appeared with a bowl of smoking hot soup forFred. The cook was named Sam and was as black as ebony.

  "Wh'ars dat high diver?" he demanded as he entered the cabin.

  "You mean me?" smiled Fred.

  "I sho' do," said Sam. "You suttinly is some acrobat."

  "Not again, I hope," said Fred fervently. "I hope my troubles are over."

  As a matter of fact his troubles and his companions' had scarcely begun.