But, though I could not cry, I could make a noise with my heels, and this I did with a right good will.
It did not take me long to attract the old sailor's attention. He stopped short, and held the candle over his head.
"Is it really you, Foster?" he asked.
"Rat, tat, tat," I replied with my heels.
"Where are you?" he went on.
"Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat," was all I could answer.
"Gagged, I'll be bound," he muttered to himself; and at last found his way to my side.
It did not take him long to unfasten the gag, and that once out of my mouth I was able to breathe with some comfort, a thing which gave me no little satisfaction.
"Who did the job?" he asked, as he unloosed the ropes.
"The captain and Lowell," I replied. "They caught me in the cabin."
"I made up my mind something was wrong," went on Dibble. "I couldn't find you anywhere, and was pretty certain you wouldn't go ashore without letting me know."
"Where is Mr. Ranson?"
"Gone off to get the officers. Reckon we'll have lively times in an hour or two."
