“I’m just going to try,” said Vince, kneeling down to take off his boots. “If you like to try you can. If not, you’ve got to go down on all fours under the window, so that I can step on your back and climb out.”
Mike was silent for a few moments, and then he said softly,—
“I’ll do which you like, Cinder.”
“Then I think I’ll try first. If I can’t manage it you can.”
“But stop a moment: suppose there’s any one on deck?”
“It will be very dark.”
“But there’ll be lanthorns burning and a watch kept.”
“I feel sure there’ll be no lights, because they might be seen from the cliffs; and as they know they’re so safe here, I don’t believe there’ll be any watch kept.”
“I wish I’d got a head like yours, Cinder.”
“Do you? Well, we can’t change. That’s it. My! how tight my boots were! It’s getting them wet and letting them dry on one’s feet.—Pst! Slip into your berth.”