“Maybe,” reluctantly agreed Jimmie. “I say, Harry,” he continued, “let me take those glasses. I want to see what that fellow’s like.”
Long and eagerly the lad peered through the binoculars.
“I see him!” he cried, presently. “He’s going up the foreshrouds! I’ll bet he’s working his passage on that steamer!”
“What’s he doing on the foreshrouds?” asked Ned.
“It looks as if something had fouled at the fore top,” replied Jimmie. “He’s going up to clear it, I guess. Oh, look!” the boy shouted. “He’s falling! He’s broken one of the ratlines and is falling!”
“I see him!” cried Ned. “I can see him!”
“Oh, good!” exclaimed Jimmie, the next moment. “He hit the shrouds and the steamer rolled at the right minute, throwing him clear of the deck. See that splash in the water?”
“I see it!” answered the others, together.
“Are they trying to help him?” asked Harry.
“Yes, they are,” stated Jimmie. “They’ve thrown him a ring buoy!”