"I never swear," said Ruddle, as the mate lifted his fist. Then the squall shrieked, and as the Wave laid over to it both Ruddle and the mate lost their footing, and slid between the fo'castle and the fore part of the deck-house as if they were on an ice toboggan run. The mate said some awful things, and Ruddle gasped, 'You shouldn't, oh, you really shouldn't.' And then they fetched up against the lee-rail with a thump that caused a common accident and wrought a very uncommon miracle. Mr. Dixon snapped his arm like a carrot, and let a yell out of him that reached the crowd on the yard.
"By crimes!" said the men up aloft, "when old Dickie squeals like that he means comin' aloft himself to talk to hus like a father. Now then, boys, grab again and 'old her!"
As they tackled the topsail for the third time the cook came out of the lee door of the galley and picked the mate out of the swamped scuppers.
"Easy, easy, you swab," said Dixon. "My arm's broke."
With the cook's help he got aft, and when he did he promptly sat down in the cabin and fainted right off with the pain. And Ruddle
