"Find him, find him! What are you doing down there, you lazy lubbers? You stand there letting a man drown without making an effort to save him!"
"Who's drowning?" demanded a voice over the heads of the men in the small boats.
"Hickey; Seaman Hickey!"
"Pshaw! Seaman Hickey isn't drowning, and I don't believe the ship's on fire, either. What's the matter with you fellows! Whole ship's been having bad dreams, I guess."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Hickey. I guess I ought to know."
"Where are you?"
"I'm sitting on top of the steamer's awning just now, but if you wiggle around much more below there, I'll be in the foaming brine."
"Is that you, Hickey?" called an officer from the quarter-deck.
"Yes, sir."