"I wish I could see his face," said Spink, as he gave the twine a yank which made Ward sit up suddenly and wonder what had happened to him.
"Oh, oh, oh!" said Ward. The ice was nearer than it had been, and what he said was quite audible on board the Winchelsea.
"Eh, what?" said Ward. And then Spink gave the line another yank which almost started Ward on an ice run for the water. But this time he found out what was the matter, and laid hold of the twine.
"Who the devil's pulling my leg?" he roared in such stentorian tones that the whole crowd woke up instantly.
"I am," said Spink. "And I'll thank you to pay attention, and not lie there snoring while I do all the work."
"Where are you?" asked Ward. "I can't see you."
"Where d'ye think I am?" asked Spink. "While you were asleep I went out and looked for a new job and found it."
As he spoke there were sudden signs of dawn, and once more the curtain of the mist rolled away, and the late crew of the Swan saw a big steamer within fifty feet of them, with the late skipper of the Swan leaning over her side smoking his morning pipe.
"Jerusalem!" said the crew, and they shook their heads with amazement, while Ward scratched his. Day whistled, old Mac burst into joyful tears, and Billings used some awful language to show his gratitude. And Spink said—
"When you have washed and shaved and put on clean collars, I should be much obliged by your coming on board and doing enough work to melt the hoar-frost that's on you. Limehouse, scull over to the berg, and look slippy about it."