“Where is it?” inquired Jerry.
They listened and the cry was repeated several times. They finally traced it to an open hatchway, and, looking down could dimly make out the form of a cat on some boxes.
“Come on up, pussy,” called Ned.
“Mew! Mew!” cried the feline, as though asking for help.
“Guess it can’t get out,” Sam said. “Things are all topsy-turvy down there.”
“Will we have to leave the poor thing here to drown?” Ned asked. He was very fond of animals.
“I guess not,” the sailor replied. “Salt Water Sam ain’t that kind. I wish it was a baby though, I’m terrible fond of babies.”
“How are you going to get it?” asked Bob.
“I’ll show you,” and the sailor began looking about for a means of rescuing the kitten.