Chapter Thirty Seven.
The King’s Cutter speaks out.
“Ladle!”
“Hullo!”
“Wake up!”
“What’s the good? We can’t go on deck. May as well lie here and rest.”
“Nonsense! Get up, or I’ll pull you out by one leg!”
“You touch me, and I’ll send you flying against the bulkhead.”
“Go it!” cried Vince, who was standing on the rough floor, in his trousers; and, quick as thought, he seized Mike’s leg and pulled him half out. “Now kick, and I’ll let you down bang.”
“Oh! I say, Cinder, let go! Don’t, there’s a good fellow.”