“I can that. Give me a grip.”
He managed to get hold of the line.
The line was grating upon the edge of the deck above, and straining and creaking dangerously under the combined weight of the two.
For a few seconds they clung to the line, and Frank cast an anxious glance upward at it, and muttered:
“I hope it won’t break.”
“Faith, we’ll both go down if it do!”
“Hey, Pomp!” shouted the inventor.
“Yes, sah,” replied the coon, from the pilot-house.
“Come out here—quick—we’re in danger!”
“Lawd amassy! I dassent leabe de wheel!”