"How did it seem coming over in that basket?" asked Joe.
"I don't know; I was too frightened to think; I kept my eyes shut, and just curled down in Jim's lap."
Another cheer presently announced the arrival of the basket the second time, as the mate landed safely and waved a signal to the captain.
"I tell you, friends, that cheer you sent up when the basket got across with the captain's boy was the most welcome sound I ever heard; and poor captain, he almost broke down with joy. Now if we can get him over safely we shall give thanks in earnest."
Away went the basket to the wreck as fast as the men could pull the rope, every foot of which the mate examined carefully as they pulled.
Away went the basket to the wreck.
The captain was below, when the basket reached the vessel, and it was some minutes before he reappeared.
"He has got Jingo, Bertie," cried the mate.
"Oh, has he? I thought Jingo would have to drown. Are you sure, Mr. Osmond?"