"What did you haul me back for?"
"Because you yanked on the rope."
"I did nothing of the sort."
"You did."
"I didn't."
"We—we won't argue the question. I—I haven't enough breath left in me to argue. Now, next time, don't you pull on the rope until you hear me yell, or until the rope swings way over to port. I am going to run quartering so that if I get caught by another wave I will be washed toward the twelve-inch turret. Understand?"
"Sure, I understand."
Waiting until the stern rose again, Dan made another dash. This time he had, as he had planned to do the other time, reached a spot opposite the turret before the deck sank under another wave. He was washed right up against the turret when the wave did come.
The instant the wave left him, he took a turn about a big ring-bolt on the turret.
"Sam! Sam!"