“But who is going to boost the last fellow?” asked Chap.
“One of us ought to stay in the boat anyway,” said Phil, “to row around and pick us up if we have to jump overboard.”
“You talk as if you were going, anyway,” said Chap.
“I’d like to,” answered Phil; “and suppose, Chap, you stay in the boat. You can boost better than any of us, because you are so tall.”
“All right!” said Chap. “I suppose somebody ought to stay in the boat.”
“It will be a ticklish job,” remarked Phœnix, as he took off his coat. “But I guess we’ll try it.”
Chap now stood up in the boat, balancing himself as carefully as he could, and when Phil had taken hold of the window-sill, which he could just reach, Chap gave him a lift which enabled him, at the first grasp, to seize the railing of the lower deck.
For a moment he dangled there, looking into the window. He could see nothing, for there were goods piled up inside. Then he got one foot on the window-sill, and scrambled on board.
Phœnix found the feat more difficult. His first trouble was that he could not reach the window-sill. Chap offered to lift him bodily, but Phœnix objected.
“If I haven’t got hold of something above,” he said, “we’ll go over, boat and all.”