"What I say," said Banks softly.
And when every one was out of the boats but Spiller, he stood by the line.
"Now, captain, were they my rocks or not?"
"No," said Spiller.
"Then stay in your damned boat," cried Banks. "Cast that line off, Spiller. You won't? Then cut it, Mr. Green."
Green smiled but didn't move. The skipper borrowed a knife from the nearest seaman by taking it out of its sheath.
"Now, was they or not?"
"No," cried Spiller.
"One, two, and at three I cut," said Banks. "One—two——"
"Very well, they was, then," shrieked Spiller; and the next minute he was on deck.