taking advantage of this, when the weight of the gun would be neutral, another cable was passed around it. Then it was a comparatively easy matter to put on more lashings until the giant cannon was once more fast.
"Whew! But that was tough work!" exclaimed Tom, as he once more entered the stateroom with Ned.
"It must have been," agreed his chum, who had been relieved at the powder station by the giant.
"I thought it would surely go overboard," went on Tom. "Only for Koku it would have. Those fellows couldn't hold it when the ship rolled."
"How did it happen to get loose?" asked Ned.
"Oh, the cables frayed, I suppose. I'll take a look in the morning. Say, but this is some storm!"
"Is the gun all right now?"
"Yes, it's fastened down like a mummy. It can't get loose unless the whole deck comes with it. We can sleep in peace."
"Not much sleep in this blow, I guess," responded Ned.
But they did manage to get some rest by morning, at which time the hurricane seemed to have blown itself out. The day saw the sea gradually calm down, and the big cannon was made addi-
