Going to the bulwark, Scarron looked over, and in a low voice uttered the nautical expression:
"Ahoy, there!"
Back came the answer:
"Toss me a rope."
"It is Bob!" cried Scarron. "A rope there, quick—the boy's tired."
"Where away, sir?"
"Nor—nor'west."
The rope was thrown, and the direction was right, for almost immediately it was grasped, and the men began to haul it in.
A few moments and Bob, the powder-monkey, stood on deck.
He was bewildered and faint with his great exertion.