CHAPTER VIII.
AT THE STATION.
Walter was at the life saving station looking up a stairway leading from the crew’s room to an open scuttle in the roof. If Walter had put his head out of the scuttle, he would have seen a railing, hemming in a small platform; and from its center, rose a modest flag–staff. There was no chance though for explorations, as the way was entirely blocked. On the stairway, Walter saw an immense pair of boots, and above them a stout pair of legs; and then a man’s bulky body, roofed by a huge “sou’wester.”
“No room for me to pass there,” thought Walter.
The man held in his hand the object that at a life saving station comes under the head, “marine glasses.”
“Do you see anything?” asked Walter recognizing the man to be Tom Walker.
“Only a fishin’ smack, and a mean one at that. It’s my watch, you know.”
The boots, the legs, the big body, and the sou’wester all came down.
“Step up if you want to, Walter.”