Ram and Jemmy had no time for thinking; the gig was run quickly up alongside of the ledge, and Dick tossed in his oar, sprang out, sending the clear water splashing with his bare feet, as he crossed up to the kegs, and, taking one under each arm, went more slowly and cautiously back to the boat, where his messmates took them carefully, with many a chuckle and grin, to deposit them beside the others.
“Now, my lad, run her alongside of the cow—I mean of the other boat,” cried the lieutenant.
This was quickly done, and the little officer turned sharply to where Ram and Jemmy Dadd were seated on the rock, looking on as stolidly as if nothing whatever was coming.
“Hi! You, sir; come here!” cried the lieutenant.
“Me, or him?” replied Ram coolly.
“You, sir.”
Ram got up, whistled softly, and went down to the boat.
“Want some more milk?” he said, with a grin.
“Silence, sir! Do you see those?”
“What, them tubs?”