“What’s the matter with him?” demanded Pop angrily. “Why doesn’t he do something?”
“Let him alone,” cautioned Grant. “I guess he knows his business.”
“But Fred’ll fall.”
“I guess not. That sailor can see how firm a hold that rope has on his ankles. He won’t take any chances.”
“He called for a rope,” exclaimed John Clemens. “See, that sailor who went up with Fred is letting one down.”
“And he’s making the other one fast to the yard,” added Grant.
“They’re going to haul him up, I guess,” said Pop.
“That’s right,” exclaimed Grant. “See, he’s tying the other end around Fred’s chest. They’ll have him fixed all right in a minute.”
“If he doesn’t fall before,” String reminded them.
“You’re certainly a pessimist, String,” exclaimed Pop. “Don’t you ever have a cheerful thought?”