"But I had an awful tumble and the wind is about knocked out o' me." And then Si began to climb up to the deck.
"He's on the ladder and he's all right," shouted Walter, to those still behind the gun. Then a sudden idea struck him. "Hand me another rammer, Stuben."
"Mine cracious! don't you try dot," cried the hoseman. "You vos fall ofer chust like Si."
"Yes, come in here," put in Caleb, and Paul also called upon him to return.
"I'm all right," was the boy's reply. "Give it to me, Stuben." And catching the rammer from the hoseman, Steve Colton passed it forward. "In war we have got to take some risks," he reasoned, as Caleb gave him a severe look.
"Then why didn't you get out on the gun, Steve?" was the old gunner's dry response; and the second gun captain said no more.
Rammer in hand, Walter edged closer and closer to the muzzle of the Polly. The Brooklyn, was moving up and down over the long green waves, sending the spray flying on both sides of the bow. He gave one look down, felt himself growing dizzy, and then kept his eyes on the gun.
