ter of a mile away, if indeed it was as far. I was a fair swimmer, and without hesitation I ran to the rail with the full intention of jumping overboard.
"Hi, you rascal, come back! Stop him, somebody!"
It was Captain Hannock's voice, and it made me run faster than ever. I gained the rail, and in another moment would have been over.
"Hi, Crocker! Why don't you stop the lad!"
The next instant I felt a hand on my collar, and I was drawn forcibly back.
"Let me go!" I cried, and twisted with might and main to free myself.
"Not so lively, my hearty!" said Crocker. "The captain says you are to stay aboard."
And despite my struggles he held me until the others came.
But now I was thoroughly desperate, not knowing what would happen if I was carried to sea. I continued my struggles even after Captain Hannock's hand was placed on my arm.
This enraged the captain and he looked around for a rope's end with which to beat me into submission.
Seeing a chance, I made another struggle, and this time succeeded in breaking loose from Crocker
