“What is?”
“I know I triced that up properly last night. I cannot understand how it ever came down.”
Dan stooped over, picking up the ends of the rope that had secured the hammock to its hooks. He examined the ends as closely as possible with one hand injured.
“Look here, Sam,” he said, with a trace of excitement in his tone.
“What is it!”
“Just examine this rope and see what you make of it?”
Sam did so.
“It has been broken, that is all I can discover.”
“Then your eyesight must have gone back on you. There is more to it than that. Don’t you see anything else wrong with those lashings?”
“I do not.”