"Come, Dory!" shouted he to his prisoner. "Heave ahead, and go on board!"
Dory tried to stand up, but the uneasy motion of the boat prevented him from doing so successfully. He was compelled to resume his seat as often as he tried to do so, or he would have been knocked overboard.
"What are you about, you squillypod? Why don't you obey orders? I told you to go on board of the schooner," added Angy.
"You can see for yourself that it is impossible for me to do so with my hands tied behind," replied Dory, in his usual calm tones.
"That's so," added Chuck, who stood at the gangway with the painter in his hand. "No fellow could stand up in that boat with his hands tied behind him."
"Do you want me to let him loose?" demanded Angy. "Not if I know myself!"
"All right; have your own way," added Chuck.
"Put yourself on your pins now, Squillypod!" said the chief sharply. "I am not going to fool all day with you. Get on board of the schooner, and then you will be out of trouble."
"It is useless for me to attempt to do an impossible thing," replied Dory. "The bulwarks of the vessel are three feet above the boat, and I can't step that distance. The only way to get on board is to take hold with the hands, and climb up. I think you can see that for yourself. I am willing to go on board, and I would do so if I could. It is impossible to stand up in the boat."
"Come along and try it, and I will boost you up," Angy insisted.